Haircut at the Neighborhood Barbershop

I blogged about how expensive (but really just equivalent to their skill both in hair cutting, patience and negotiation) haircuts are at kiddie salons and long for the day when Jared can go to the neighborhood barber.

The pictures below are probably taken at his 3rd or 4th time at the barber. He didn't cry, but cringes at the sight, sound and feel of the shaver. There was one time he went with just his dad, and the dad said a single, fat tear rolled down his cheek. My baby was scared, but was putting up a brave front.

Growing up, indeed.