My son inherited his grandpas hair (my dad). Thick and curly.
He also inherited me as a mom. Impatient and OCD.
What does this mean?
I can't be patient through the "my son looks like a beach bum" stage to get to the super cute curly hair stage.
Enter lollipops.
I can give Sam a hair cut without trying to cut an ear off or wanting to back hand him so hard he forgets his name because he won't be still.
No, no, no. I pop a lollipop in his mouth and cut away.
And now he looks like a handsome little man. #winning
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