Unlike Ted's first haircut, which took place at a kids' salon, I carted Gabe off to our family stylist. He was sleepy and my phone battery died at the beginning of his haircut, so he spent most of the time in tears and with a quivering lip (that's his default setting when he's upset, and it tends to be more for show than anything else). When the stylist finished, he promptly stopped crying and said, "Thank you!"
I think he was pretty happy to leave, and we were all happy with the results.
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