That's our son. He will not sit still for the life of him when it comes to anyone messing with his head...or hair in this case. Since Abraham needed a haircut, we decided that Carol should try to cut it--a first for her. Poor Carol had to be inventive, though, so we read books, watched some Sesame Street, and played with my electric razor. In the end, though, it was a success. Not only did we all survive the trauma of the event, but his hair looked good for having a first-time hair cutter added to the mix.
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