B gets a haircut!

Anyone who knows us knows that B doesn't like going to the hairdressers or barbers.  In fact he is so phobic that he wriggles, screams, kicks and generally makes the poor soul with the sharp scissors back away for fear of cutting him before his bum even hits the seat.  Now however we have managed it - with the help of a little bribery and Mummy holding him on the seat that is ;)

From this:

To this:

Thankyou Thomas the Tank Engine and Hiro.