I present exhibit No. 1. A happy portrait of a child with VERY long, unruly hair.
Mom says, "Wyatt your hair must be cut. You look like a long-haired hippy child at this point. Your hair is almost touching your buttock." Maybe I exaggerate just a bit here.
Wyatt says, "NO NOOOO NO! No No No No No NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
But Mom says, "It's in the chair for you! Sit it down or it gets busted!"
Exhibit No. 2: Wyatt in tears after haircut. The agony of the sinister black clippers snipping away his hair is just exhausting.
Exhibit No. 3 While in the Chair of Doom Wyatt was heard saying, "I hate you mom!"
Exhibit No. 4 And he was heard to wail, "I HAVE TO PICK MY NOSE!! You have to stop! I itch too much!"
Exhibit No. 5 And he said, "I like the haircut lady MUCH better. I won't scream or cry if SHE cuts my hair. . . "
Exhibit No. 6 Then he was heard sputtering, "I can't get the hair out of my mouth."
I replied, "IF you'd just be quiet and not TALK or SCREAM you wouldn't have hair in your mouth!!!"
I am such a bad mom. I am an evil, torturing, MOM! It's obvious how much my kids suffer under my care. Nuff said!
Post Script: Just so you know. . . this child was observed not three minutes after "his ordeal" playing jovially outside like the banshee child he is. He does put on quite an act when he feels up to the task.