haircut

today prooved to be an extraordinary day for my son. you would think it would be some big olympic-like feats, but nope. Today we (ritchie, his lola and i) gave him his long overdue haircut. he screams to death whenver he sees his dad razor or a pair of scissors. but today, i felt that i needed to teach him that he cant always get what he wants and sometimes we need to do stuff that he needs but doesnt necessarily want. tough eh? his hair covers his eyes, thus he rubs it to his hearts content...and so i thought, perhaps its the way we give him a haircut that needs to change... true enough, i let him play with my c-clamp and a few of the chess peices [rook,king and bishop to be exact] finally after 40 mins of talking and cheering on him (how he needs to groom his hair to be a handsome boy...) he is now one.