One thing I never have to worry about is haircuts. My dad takes care of the twins haircut. He brings them to his favourite barber at Ang Mo Kio Ave 4. Plonk them down in the chair and let the guy cut away.
Of course it's not as simple or straight forward as that. It requires a strong-grip, cajoling, an ipad playing barney and a lot of ,'LOOK! Where's the car? Where's Barney?'. And of course a super steady barber who isn't fussed about the screaming and yelling that takes place.
I have the luxury of not participating in all this. Just collect the boys from the grandparents, hair all nicely cut and trimmed! This is the shortest they've gone and I love the look.
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Almost 15 months...oh my...where is all that time flying to?