Tuesday, April 12, 2011
so you know the sound that a cornered, pissed-off cat makes?
that gutteral growl that seems to manifest from deep inside their bodies?
that's the precise sound cash made the entire HOUR it took to cut his hair.
and i'm not even exaggerating.
cash doesn't do well in unfamiliar situations.
he keeps himself glued to my side, taking it all in. don't look at him, don't talk to him and for god's sake, don't touch him.
he'll come around eventually.
so i knew the chances of having him sitting obediently in the chair was a long shot.
i was NOT, however, prepared to have to restrain a shockingly strong, pissed-off, screaming, snot-covered toddler the entire time.
we almost left with him having a mullet because getting the back of his head seemed to damn hard (now realizes why parents let their children have those awful hair-dos.)
there were more than a few moments where nate and i looked at each other, wondering why in the hell we decided to cut his hair in the first place.
by the time we left nate and i were sweating, exhausted and covered in fine, blonde hair.
next time? we're shaving his head.
or drugging him.
or possibly both.