First Haircut

i have to admit it, I kinda liked my sons afro-puff. I always attempt to comb it out every morning, using every grease, oil, and detangler under the sun to help. To no avail. He screams and cries anyway. So after almost 16-months we decide that today is the day to get the kid a haircut. We head to a favorite kids salon in our area but they don't use shears and my son's hair is too thick for scissors. So we stop by a friednly barbershop (where my husband goes and my hair stylist has a booth in there - so they are all like family). My son sits in the chair. I get the camera ready to catch flowing tears. And . . . . . . . nothing. The child sits there like he's been waiting for this moment all his life and comes out with a new haircut and an overly worried-for- nothing mom (and dad). I forget where this kid came from . . . really.