Yesterday I took Milosh for his hair cut, and said the usual 3 as a measure of how much to cut. After the haircut he was busy playing with the transformer cars over there - these are also why he agreed to go for the haircut in the first place.
On the drive back home around 6:30 pm he fell asleep, probably for the night we thought. Around 12 midnight, he woke up. He went to do pee pee and noticed his freshly cut hair and probably got shocked. He came crying to me, I don't want my hair to be so short. I said okay next time I will say 4, he says no 6, but I want it this time, not next time. Midnight, crying 5 yr old - I was not taking my chances. I said sure, right now that place is closed. Tomorrow morning we can go back there and fix your hair. He bought it! Sweet, we could go to bed.
Next morning was Sunday, fortunately that place is closed. Milosh woke up in the morning and said lets go. The easiest thing for me was to let him see for himself that the place is closed. So that's exactly what we did -
Cherishing the Sunday morning drive to a place that I know is closed but can uncut your hair ;)
