Whaaaaat?

I'm going to start with an easy one...

Gabe had been needing a haircut for some time, and my mom and I usually end up taking him on a Wednesday night out to Yorktown to the little Snippets place (little kid salon where they sit in cars, watch DVDs, etc.). I never make an appointment and it's usually not a problem, but when we took him a couple of weeks ago, there was like a 45 minute wait (2 people with appointments ahead of us). We decided to shop around a bit (Gabe had actually fallen asleep on the way and continued to sleep after being transferred to the stroller). When we came back after 45 minutes (and a new outfit from Ann Taylor LOFT), they lady told me there was still another 40 mintues and 2 people to wait??!! I was too frustrated for words, but did tell her that if I would have known that in the first place, I would have just left. Anyway, we went home frustrated, but I did have the new cute outfit. :-)

Flash forward to last week when I decided to take him for his first "big boy" haircut at the Cost Cutters in Oak Park. I figured it would be cheaper and quicker, and thought he would probably do fine. Dan actually ended up taking him, though I was nervous that he wouldn't explain that it shouldn't be too short, shouldn't be shaved, etc. Well, this is what he came home with:

Apparently Dan explained to the lady that I was a little particular about his hair, so she:

a.) BARELY took any off, and

b.) thought it would be funny to play a little trick on mommy and give him a mohawk!

He thought it was pretty funny, and I thought it was pretty cute, but then decided he wanted it washed out right away (which took some work!). Dan said he did great and sat really still, but as I was giving him a bath he was like, "I want to go back to the place with the cars."