On Saturday, Giuseppe went in for a haircut. And then we decided it was time for Paolo to have his first haircut as well. I didn’t love the idea, but his hair was long enough for a ponytail, so I succumbed to the inevitable First Haircut.
Paolo wasn’t too thrilled, either. I had to sit in the chair with him and he required a team of salon employees to distract and entertain him. With each clip, he behaved as if he were in physical pain. I may have been, though, as I watched the little tufts of curl fall to the ground. Everyone loves his new “little boy” haircut, but the jury’s still out for me. He looks so much more Grown Up now.
(And here is the little guy, expressing his sincere distaste of this First Haircut.)