Man, those curls. But El Hub seldom asks for anything, and he had been asking for this for months. And a dear friend offered to help us go to the Magic Kingdom Barbershop to take advantage of the first haircut experience they offer.
Check out the barbershop quartet of pumpkins up there. Hey yo to Halloween.
It's Disney, so they naturally see a lot of kids. Which means the hair stylists are well versed in the ways of soothing nervous toddlers. AKA bribing them with toys.
Not even paying attention to his temporary mohawk.
George felt his dada could be improved with a few Mickey Mouse stickers. Good call, buddy.
This momma right here handed the camera over so there could be some photographic proof that I was indeed there that day.
The only time George became concerned was during the buzzing of the trimmer. But the lure of the Lightning McQueen toy was too much for him to do anything about his concern.
Ta da! And he got a Mickey hat for his first haircut experience. And we got a lock of his hair to take home and skeeve him out with it when he's in high school.
He's growing up. Eating pretzels. Getting big boy haircuts. Sitting on stools by himself. Saying Mickey Mouse and shouting about cars. It's amazing, and I love it. I love this kid.
And he's pretty amusing, too. Om nom nom, kid.