he got them all cut

My father, who still sports his military crewcut loves when people say, "Hey you got a haircut" so he can say the title of this post.

Well, today the Roo got his first hair cut. (I wanted to post a picture but Blogger is being difficult). I took him and K to the mall today to play in the baby mosh pit, I mean the little gated play area with the tree-house slide, giant hollow log and more germs than a TB ward. Before we got to that part of the mall we passed one of those flashy new "Give us $15 and we'll put your kid in a toy car, or on a carousel horse situated in front of TVs airing endless loops of Elmo, Arthur, and PBSish shows while we try to cut the little tykes hair" places- it was empty- no waiting. I flashed to my family recently calling him a hippie, or asking if he is being raised by wolves so I decided to go for it.

This is how I think he perceived the experience:

Hey cool yellow race car!
Yeah, I want to get in Mommy, thanks for asking!
This is fun, hey check me out in the mirror there, I look good!
Oh this girl is pretty, How you doin'?
What's that you got there? A really big bib? Okay I'll put it on.
Sweet, I think the pretty girl is gonna feed me in here.
This totally beats my high chair.
What's that spray bottle thingie...
Ahhgh!! Cold water on my head...What the...
Hey hey, what's with those pointy things?
I picked those up once and Mommy specifically said "NO! NO! Not for Jack!"
Ahhgh!! What's she? Hey quit it! Ahhgh! What ARE you doing?
Mommy! What? Why? Stop! Stop! Stop!
Okay I'm just going to scream until she stops this...

Poor little guy. He looks so handsome though and they even gave me a little certificate and a lock of his red little wisps in an envelope...For $15 and all the trauma, I thought maybe they'd throw in the racecar.