Tyler HATES having his hair cut. It's always 'Damowow' (tomorrow), 'Saturday' or '5 sleeps' so finally we just held him in the chair and cut, Tyler wailing all the while. He agreed that I could start with just scissors but given that I know nothing about hair-cutting, the result was a lopsided pudding bowl! So out came the clippers and to his loud and tearful protestations, away I went. When we'd finished (which included wiping a snotty, hair-covered face) I took him to the mirror to show him how cool he looked. 'Look at my beautiful hair!' he exclaimed.