I hadn't actually planned to get Alex's hair cut until he was about 3 or 4. I guess that signified, to me, him growing up and not being my little baby boy anymore. But Dennis pointed out to me that he was growing a mullet and I quickly made the appointment. He is such a cool, calm and collected kid that is up for anything. I thought for sure he would love getting his hair cut and that I would be the one crying. He wasn't bad, he didn't scream or wiggle or throw a tantrum. He was simply devastated that that he was losing his hair that took him so long to grow. There were huge tear drops rolling down his face and he repeated "I don't like it, I don't like it" the whole time. But he sat there, brave as a soldier and let Jackie at Sliver cut his hair. And when he was done, he very politely said "thank you, Jackie, hair cut". Such a big boy now.