Noah has decided that he doesn't like to get his hair cut. Not even a little bit. He hates it so much that the last time my parents tried to take him, he screamed and thrashed around so much that the lady couldn't even cut it. So they gave up and took him home. I decided to see if he would sit still for me to cut it. He sat mostly still long enough for me to give it a rough cut. Maybe he'll get more used to it and we can do a little better with it next time.