He squirmed, he cried, we left. That was three weeks ago at the barber shop when Jake refused to get his hair cut.
Today, encouraged by the promise of an hour at Chuck E. Cheese and hungered by three weeks of no computer games, Jake willingly hopped into the chair. It wasn't easy. He wimpered, started to fidget, and asked for help. But he wanted it. So with Daddy holding his head steady, he sat through three electric clippers and two pairs of scissors.
Back home, Jake gleefully ran to the computer for an extra long turn of Need for Speed before dinner. He drove the Pursuit Corvette.