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For over a week, Frankie's been asking for a haircut. We tried unsuccessfully on Wednesday (we walked into the place and he immediately changed his mind,) but yesterday we had some time to kill, so we tried again. I was a bit nervous that he'd get in the chair and panic, but he was really interested in watching himself get the haircut. It's still long and he still has layers and he can still "fluff his hair," but it's no longer in his eyes and he seems much happier.

Before:


Success!