How to torture your two and a half year old.

So we decided it was time to take Bardolf in for his first real haircut. Caspian was due for a cut as well so we headed out this morning to a local barber's shop geared for men. It was a neat place with several big TVs and sports plaques all over the walls. Of course the fact that there are adorable women doting on all the men probably doesn't hurt their bottom line.

Anyhoo, we had Bardolf all excited to be getting his hair cut like a big boy and that he also got to do it with Daddy. He was all smiles and giggles until it was actually his turn. Then our sweet little boy turned into this:

"This is NOT what I signed up for"

"Do you see what she is doing mommy?"

"How could you let her do this to me?"

"Wait, that's it?"

"Hey that lady is pretty! And I look handsome!"

As you can see we just did a trim. We just can't bring ourselves to actually really cut all his hair off (and the hairdresser didn't want to either). As we left we asked him if he thought he might want to do that again in a little while. He said "No, no tank-qoo".