Bad Hair Day

It must be great to be a toddler because almost every day you can get stupidly excited about a new 'first' (first ride on a tricycle, first time patting a horse, first drawing, first picnic, first trip to A&E department, etc.). I took Oscar for his first hair cut yesterday, and quite frankly after that experience, Neil can take him next time.
It was a spur of the moment decision; I was passing our local barber's shop and Oscar was beginning to show early signs of a mullet, so I took the plunge. The poor woman who carried out the cutting was having to resort to 'extreme hairdressing' - Oscar was thrashing about and screaming like I'd taken him to see Sweeney Todd. I have no idea how she managed to fashion his unruly mop into a neat style while he performed more head banging than the front row of an Iron Maiden concert, but miraculously she managed it, and Oscar left with the same number of ears as he had when he arrived.