Once in a While, He Throws Me a Bone

My boy was so good today!

I wanted...no I needed...to get my hair cut, and that's something I just always put off, because it's not really a necessary expense. Not that I have any problems blowing money on plastic trains or Matchbox cars, but...you know...those things aren't for me. Lucas has a bit of an aversion to the hairdressers, so I didn't tell him we were going until this morning, because if I had told him, say, yesterday, it's all I would have heard about until today anyway, so I save myself the trouble. He was not having it. The whining started, and then the wailing until I spoke loud enough for him to hear that we weren't going there for him, but for me. And that, my friends, made all the difference.

When we pulled into the parking lot of my very favorite hairdresser in the whole wide world, he started getting nervous, and I explained to him one more time that I was getting my haircut, and that I LOVE LOVE LOVE to get my haircut, and I was EXCITED to be there. He walked around the car to hug my leg and gazed up at me so sweetly and said, "Mommy, I'm so proud of you!" and trotted right in the salon...where he was a perfect angel while I got my hair cut. Forty-five minutes of peace and quiet in the chair with a lovely little shoulder massage and a fantastic cut...I feel like a new person.