This week, we decided he needed his hair cut again (for the sixth time in his short little life). After we went to the library, I again brought up the hair cut idea. He reluctantly agreed, but only after I reminded him about the traditional ice cream stop.
"I get ba-lllla ice cream, with sprinkles!?!"
"Yes, you can have vanilla ice cream, IF you sit still and wear the cape and be a good boy."
"Yes Mom. I wove ba-llla ice cream!"
"How do you want your hair cut?"
"I want it stand up!"
Sure enough, he sat very still and wore the cape, just like I asked him to do. But I didn't require him to smile to get vanilla ice cream. He sat very sternly and very seriously, but he was still.
I think he's been hanging around his brother-and wanted the same hair cut!