The Haircut is not Happening.
The Rons both needed a haircut today and one of the few places open on Sunday in Casper is our trusty Super Wal-mart. Big Ron was up first and while I am sure he was nervous, he braved the hair cutting process well. Ronnie, on the other hand, was alright with the idea of getting his haircut until they draped the cloth around his dad's neck. He ran up to me and started telling me "Ronnie no want black! Ronnie no want it!" (Can you guess what color the fancy bib was?) And within 2 seconds, his name was called for his turn. The nice stylist put a stool up on the chair and asked Ronnie to have a seat. He looked at me and said "Ronnie no have to have hair cut!" and backed up into a corner, cowering with a terrified look on his face. I picked him up, he screamed bloody murder, the stylist tried to cheer him up and ease his tensions, and I realized that a haircut was not going to happen today............As soon as we got home, Ronnie went into the bathroom and asked for a haircut. *Sigh* Home hair cuts for a while longer.
posted by Heather @ 8:22 PM
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