The Haircut

 The Bubs didn't know that he was about to have a haircut yesterday. His mom did this while I clicked pictures. I know that this is a blog for Stay at Home Dads and the title suggests that all child rearing is handled by me. However, a good (smart) Stay at Home Dad knows when to just click the pictures. ;)

This was one of those occasions.

With Thomas the Tank Engine playing on the computer (in front of the Bubs) and butcher paper (to catch the hair) covering the floor below, the hair clipping commenced. Good thing we had the Japanese version of Thomas playing, because this completely grabbed the Bub's attention. However, he didn't like the already-cut-hair falling on his skin. He swatted the loose hair off his person like pesky mosquitoes after a summer rain. We gave him an ice pop in hopes that it would draw his attention away from the falling hair. This only complicated matters when the hair stuck to his ice pop. He doesn't like loose hair in his mouth either.

He's a lot like his father in that regard. When I find a hair in my food, I lose my appetite immediately - no matter how hungry I was. We rinsed the ice pop off, but decided to nix a second attempt and tossed the ice pop. We didn't need it anyway, Thomas speaking Japanese was doing the trick.  No need to fix a situation that was not broken.

We clipped more hair. He was soon done. I ran him upstairs to the already-drawn bath to free him of the loose hair clinging to his body. His mom swept up the cut hair and waited for the end result to come back downstairs. We did and she admired her work (for a good long time!).

This may be the best haircut (out of the 5 or 6 total) that the Bubs ever got. And it didn't cost us a dime - just an ice pop.