Adam’s hair cut, that is.
He does hate it so. Starts to cry when he even sees me lay out newspaper and put his high chair on it. Starts to scream when the clippers get taken out. Kicks and moans as I wrestle him into the chair.
Cries for the entire cut.
But it needs to be done and until he can be calm about it, it needs to be done by me. Because, unlike a professional, I just ignore the screaming and get on with it.
Cut hair and waiting for toast.