Revenge is sweet

Trevor seems to be plotting his revenge against the beautician who cut his hair. Notice the lovely hairdo. Getting a Trevor's hair cut is not an easy task. He absolutely hates it. He squirms and cries. We did this while on my lunch break. I had to run back to my store to get something yummy to bribe him with. Not thinking I grabbed an oatmeal creme pie. MMMMM... Trevor, would you like a little hair with your creme pie?

The stylist tried her hardest to talk us out of it saying, "oooohh I don't want to hurt him my scissors are sharp. I won't be able to do a good job." On and on and on. And he wasn't thrashing or anything... just crying and squirming a bit. If he wasn't absolutely terrified of the clippers I'd do it myself. Stylists should have shears with blunt tips for this type of job. Like kindergarten scissors. :o) But there's no even getting close to him with those things. The last girl who did it didn't complain the slightest just apologized that it wasn't perfectly straight and he was even worse for the first one. There was no talking this mama out of it. A crooked hairdo is much better than a shaggy mop!