mop today, mullet tomorrow
no matter what we told him, paul was convinced a haircut would hurt. (nevermind the fact that the child has had several haircuts, including one at a shop.)
he was so convinced that as soon as he saw the comb in the hairdresser's hand, he started bawling and wouldn't stop until we gave up and left.
her: he thinks i'm a monster!
later that night cam started to cut his hair. i tried to help, but had to stop mid-cut when cam and i nearly came to blows over it. you think i'm joking, don't you?
so now paul has a choppy mullet-thing. god help him, he loves us anyway.