He hates haircuts.
I hate haircuts.
They always end in tears (his) and frustrated sighs (mine).
But Saturday morning I had a little flash of mom-genius.
"Henry," I appealed, excitedly, "if we can get through the rest of this haircut without any tears or whining, I'll have a water fight with you as soon as we're done." Apparently there was great negotiating power in that conditioned promise.
He held his end of the bargain.
I held mine.
We put the clippers safely inside; he stripped to his birthday suit, (I did not), we invited Lily to join the fun (she did - that girl always wants to be where the action is), we turned the hose on full blast, and we got really, really wet. When we were done, we hung our drippy clothes on the back fence.
It was a soaking good time.
Fun! And a perfect day weather-wise to do it. Some day you'll have to share the secret for your pictures showing up so large in your blog. =)
ReplyDeleteYour the best Mom! It must because of the wonderful family you come from!
ReplyDeleteI was all confused when I saw the comment above...I guess you know 2 Danielle's;)
ReplyDeleteAnyway...those are probably my favorite photos you have taken...ever! Love them