For the last year or so, I’ve been hacking away at D’s curls whenever I had an opportunity, and when I could convince him that the sound of the scissors shouldn’t be something to fear. Needless to say it was not very pretty. So we finally hopped into the big chair last weekend. He was nervous at first, and didn’t want to sit in the chair by himself. So he sat on my lap, and by the time Melissa was ready to do the other side of his head he was yawning.