Haircutting party

Last night, we had a group haircutting. Three of the four boys badly needed a cut, and we had some extra hands to help out, so we figured it was a good time. First came the three-year-old. It was decided that the most efficient way to do this was to hold them over a trash can, thus avoiding hair on the floor, and at the same time making it fun for everyone involved.

You can see that he is having a blast, and thoroughly enjoying the haircut. Here he is afterward.

Next was the nine year old. He was very cooperative, leaning back over the trash can for his head shaving. He was not as cooperative afterward, when I asked for a picture. He stuck a ski hat on his head. Oh, well.

Finally, we did the six year old. He is usually very squirmy at hair cut time, and last night was no exception. Even though he is not being hurt in this photo, he certainly has the Lee-Harvey-Oswaldesque grimace down, doesn't he? "Don't cut my hair - I'm just a patsy!"
He cheered up when we dangled him upside down. He also refused to be photographed post-haircut, running around screaming "No pictures!" as though he's been dodging paparazzi all his life.

It was a fun evening.