Things I have offered as a bribe in return for this boy having a haircut…
(1) A trip to the sweetshop
(2) A new Thomas train from the toy shop
(3) A new Thomas train and a trip to the sweetshop
(4) His choice of anything he wants from the toy shop (getting desperate)
(5) A trip to Peppa Pig World (really really desperate)
None of them have moved him.
We do have an amazing children’s hair salon in our local town. It has cars for the kids to sit in, cartoons to watch, patient staff and an endless supply of lollipops and last time we went, he sat on my lap and screamed like a banshee whilst I used all four of my limbs to anchor all four of his limbs down whilst the hairdresser cut his hair. We also have the option of my kind and patient sister who cuts hair for most of my family and whom he loves, but refuses to go near when the “h” word is mentioned.
He is supposed to be being a pageboy on Saturday, but I think that’s pretty unlikely to happen too as he refuses to contemplate even trying on the outfit. Some battles aren’t worth fighting, so for this most formal and significant of days I shall most likely be the mother of the disheveled looking boy who would not get his hair cut or wear a suit.
He does fortunately now have a back-up outfit which is part Prince George and part Surfer Boy and as he was there in the shop when I bought it (when frankly I should have been buying an outfit for myself) he has agreed to wear it…. All being well you might even get to see a photo of it next Monday. Wish me luck…