Yesterday afternoon I took E to get a haircut. It was only the second time he's been to have one and well, he flipped out. He cried and cried and stood up out of the little car he was sitting in and tried to escape. The cut ended up being shorter than I would have liked but I can't really blame the stylist since E was such a difficult customer.
Thankfully E got over the trauma pretty quickly and since then has been rockin' his new look. This morning at breakfast he was being pretty sassy.
Labels: E., growing, photos