We've come so far.

Being born with a head full of hair has its perks unless you're not a fan of haircuts...and you're a boy.

Gone are the days of crying haircuts and bribes that don't make a difference. My little man has moved on to quietly reading a magazine (his sister's) while getting his hair coiffed.

He still won't talk with the stylist. But, he'll get there eventually. In fact, he really liked the post haircut shoulder massage today. In fact, he almost smiled and probably would have if no one had been watching.

Thank goodness for Floyd's. You keep my little man's hair in check!