Lennon had his hair cut by a barber yesterday. It's usually my mother, his grandmother, who cuts his hair. It takes a long time for my son to become comfortable with those not within the family circle. In fact, he is still suspicious of his nanny, who was hired half a month ago, and would sometimes not allow her to hold his toys, feed him, or give him a bath.
Yesterday, when he allowed the barber to cut his hair, was the exception. Seeing the barber snipping away at his dad's hair must have eased his mind somewhat.