Dandad did the unthinkable today and had his hair cut. Not only was this momentous as he is usually a stubborn mule with a vicious back kick when it comes to having his barnet trimmed, but this was unbelievably apparently the second time his locks had come under the shears in a mere handful of weeks. There must be some very good reason for this change of heart, and indeed there is a very grand one, for father is honoured to be accompanying his niece to see the Queen this week on account of her being given some silly little trifle of a gong for meritorious service or what not. Congratulations to Zoe. Pip ray!
So where does Sam come into this? Well, I decided that Sam had rather the scraggly sheep dog with a bowl cut looking going on and endeavoured to give his hair a trim this evening too. I coaxed him to sit still in his high chair with a couple of ice lollipops, gave him a good spray down and set to with the scissors.
I can only hope that Nanna did a better job of Dandad’s hair as I regret to say that I don’t think Master Samuel would be properly turned out to visit Her Majesty following my efforts. Sadly I don’t think I steered any further from the bowl cut either. I eagerly await the morning to see what a butcher job I have really done.