"We are going to get a hair cut! Yay! Who cuts your hair?"
"Yes the man. We will go see Mr. Tony and get your hair cut. Then we'll get smoothies."
He's fine until we walk into the building. Then he tries to crawl inside my shirt.
The moment we sit in the chair (we because he sits on my lap), he starts to cry. When the clippers start up, he struggles and screams "No momma! No momma!"
It's not working. Tony looks at me and tells me it's time. We are going to do this like a big boy.
I get up and Tony sits with Lion. He talks to him and jokes with him, constantly reassuring. He is so good with him. It will be ok.
I repeat it over and over in my mind, it will be ok. He has to learn how to get his hair cut. But Lion is beside himself, crying. "Pees momma up. Momma! Momma!"
My heart breaks in a million pieces all over the floor. It cannot be done fast enough. However, I maintain my composure so he cannot see my sadness.
Finally, it's over. Lion is in my arms laughing like nothing happened. He recieves a sucker. Yay!
Tony tells me something I already know, once a month is not enough. We need to do it more often. He needs to get used to the chair and the clippers, two weeks. Two weeks! I'm not sure if the crazy glue holding my heart together will be set by then.