Made the Cut, Finally!

After 2 failed attempts at the hair saloon last week.
After the 2000 times I convinced myself I am not going to pay $20 bucks for my son's hair at some kiddy specialised shop becos Aung only cuts his hair at QB at $10.
After telling him 10 millions times everyday that he is really looking more like a girl with his moon shaped eyes, long lashes and his LONG HAIR. We can really only control his hair.
After telling him that we are going to cut his hair and it won't hurt making him nod his head every evening last and this week.
Finally, after whispering a short prayer ( I really did!) before we walked heavy heartedly to the hair saloon down at mom's place and VIOLA, we finally made the CUT!

Not without the usual buckets of tears and reluctance from Maoster but at least, he was less of an objection and his cries were mostly translated as, OH MOMMY, WHEN WILL THIS PASS? OH GOD, DO YOU NOT SEE MY MISERY? LET MY HAIR NOT GROW SO FAST NEXT TIME TO GO THROUGH THIS ORDEAL! type of pleas and whines and cries.

I am not spared as I was carrying him and I had hair all over my face, clothes, skirt and eyes and mouth. No one told me that was part of the deal of being a mother. I don't quite like it either. I was the unsung hero....

After the cut was done, all the cousins and Grandma came to the saloon to cheer that little fella, congratulating him as if he like Barack won a fight yesterday!

Hopefully the next time round, it would be much better!

Maoster, feeling quite suave with his new cut!

Now, aren't we glad it's all over?