So today was the dreaded haircut day for Alex.  He has gotten haircuts before and every time we go he screams and cries as soon as he is put in the chair. 

I take him to a barber shop, and they do a pretty good job considering Alex is moving all over the place and they are working with shears.  This time I held him on my lap while he cried and cried.  Oh the torture.  

All the barbers in the shop are from Eastern Europe, and they each have a biography by their station saying where they are from and where they went to school.  Alex's barber is a professional cello player.

The barbers tried to make Alex happy by giving him Tootsie Roll lollypops during the haircut, but the lollypops just got covered in hair - not that Alex cared though ~ he was crying and eating his lollypops at the same time. 

On the way out they gave him two fresh (hairless) lollypops, which made him pretty happy.  As I was leaving one of the barbers said to me, "it is no good to have only one, you must have more kids - you talk to your husband about it."  I told they we were planning on having more (Alex isn't even 2 and I'm not a baby Pez dispenser).  I told them my husband wanted 5 and they all nodded and said "good, good."  One piped up "my friend has 5 boys!"  To which I replied, "with my luck that is what I'll end up with."   To which the guy said "you should only be so lucky!"

If I end up having 5 boys I better make the appointment at the loony bin now....I'll be outnumbered 6 to 1.