I’m not sure the exact era, but Rusty was there …
His hair was getting bushy and long. We’d trimmed above his ears and I’d even gone after the front trying to avoid the fluffy-Elvis-like do.
Since Rusty hates hair cuts so much, I put it off, but the time had come – he needed a hair cut! My friend is a sport and just smiles and chuckles through the tears and tantrums involved in cutting Rusty’s hair. This time he was a trooper though – he cried, but he held still (with his hands over his eyes and tears and snot catching all the hair as it fell from her scissors). The only reason this seemed “trooper-ish” is because I had her trim Tommy’s hair a little first. WOW! He did not sit still. He screamed and cried and wailed and flailed … I finally had to hold him like he was in a straight jacket with one hand and hold his head still with the other. I don’t know what it is, but these two are NOT fans of the hair cut!
In the end, it was worth it. Rusty looks well-kept and Tommy looks pleasantly plump. And I may have to pay my friend more than just a jar of homemade grape juice next time … sheesh!
