there had been nothing but a 1/2 cm trim since he was born.
it was decided that he finally needed a haircut.
but how to have it cut?
i certainly couldn't do it;
the simple act of washing and combing elicit fierce complaint...
will it have to be short?
will the curls disappear? will i cry?
he is so wiggly...
regardless, for this event to occur peacefully,
the more experience
the hairstylist had with kiddies, the better.
the appointment, therefore, was made at a children's only salon.
edgar clambered into the 'car', did up his seatbelt,
and was as quiet as a lamb the entire time.
he may look concerned, but is, in fact, glued to a massive t.v. screen of cartoons.
so, no dramatic outcome after all...
he still sports his mane, it is just a little 'zazzed up'.
(according to esther.)