Actually all this while it was me who doubled as a barber; she always has this imaginative fear about saloon every time I mention it.
And then I think it’s about time; I told her I really have to send her for the hair cut yesterday.
I tricked her by saying that if we don’t cut our hair, it will be bitten by bug and we can get bald. I also explained to her the whole process (for the 500th times) and comforted her that she will be sitting on my lap during the hair cut.
Guess what, when the moment the hairstylist asked if she likes to sit on the booster chair by herself, she agreed! And there it goes…cut-cut-cut, trim-trim-trim…ta-da!
I never expect it could be so easy, and I really think that she deserved a reward for her good behaviour. It cost me 20 bucks for this refillable helium balloon, but I think it worth every pennies.