I hate cutting Johnny's hair. Hate. it. He's super squirmy, so it takes about 30 minutes to buzz it and then afterward, his hair floats in the air since it's so fine and gets EVERYWHERE. In my eyes, in Johnny's eyes, in Johnny's mouth, all over the place. Then Johnny gets irritated because his eyes hurt with all of the hair pieces in them. And then there's hair all over the floor and furniture that takes forever to get cleaned up.
Basically, cutting Johnny's hair is not a pleasurable experience.
So, while I was getting a haircut last weekend, John and my dad took Johnny to get a haircut at the barber shop in the shopping center by our house.