We took Logan to Model Barber Shop during my lunch hour this week and got his first haircut (well first real one....Autumn had trimmed his bangs already, but that is another story...). Logan hated the haircut and just wanted OUT of the chair. He was crying and fighting and the poor old barber was trying to cut hair inbetween spitting his tobacco juice out...Grandma finally saved the day by giving Logan some snacks and he began major stress eating with all his might. By the end of the haircut, Logan was mellow and kind of enjoying the attention!
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