Rainer finally went to have his hair cut. It was getting mighty shagalicious. I don't mind the shaggy look on boys, but he's been..er...blessed with my stick-straight thin hair and it falls right in his eyes. Until he can handle it on his own, I think we'll be sticking with regular haircuts.
I wasn't looking forward to bringing him after the last fiasco at one of those awful Kids Kuts (sic) type places--he was NOT impressed with the whole procedure--so I put Alex up to the task of bringing him to the regular salon. Alex says Rainer didn't like the clippers (as expected), but he did ok for the scissors. He even stood by Alex when he was done while Alex got his hair cut.
He did such a good job Alex took him to Wockenfuss afterwards for a treat. Rainer picked a chocolate lollipop. When he first came home I praised him for doing so well and told him he looked handsome. (The truth is, he DOES look handsome, but don't look too closely because honestly? That lady BUTCHERED his hair!) I may just cut it myself again next time, but I also think it's good for him to have these new experiences, so we'll see. I think maybe a regular barber next time might be the trick.
Anyhoodle. Here's before from the day before his cut. He was reaching to "touch the white" (i.e. touch the ceiling)...while Alex was being a goob.
And when he returned home from the salon.