This time there wasn't one tear shed. There wasn't even a pout. He sat in the race car chair, pretending to drive fast like Daddy. He patiently waited for the hair dresser to snip away his hair. He let her even out the sides. He even bent his head down when she asked him to. It was night and day different from the last couple of times he got his hair cut.
It may have had something to do with the lollipop we told him was waiting for him at the end. I'm so happy he's finally old enough to understand the concept of bribery. Apparently it works.