J refuses to go to the hair dressers and demands that I cut his hair with the clippers (save pounds pounds pounds!). I hate this. If I had wanted to be a teasy weasy I would have been one. However it is either that or watch him going round like one of the Hair Bear Bunch (the one with the big afro do). I pretty bad at it as well. I once fiddled with a lever on the side of the clippers and managed to tear chunks out of his hair. A side effect of J having no vanity is that he thought this was funny. I do think that hairdressers must spend part of their training learning not to say things like 'oooops' and 'oh shi*t how did that happen' and 'fl**min' hell hold still - now I'll have to start again' as well as learning not sigh deeply and tut. None of this puts him off. I even let young E take over today and 'have a go' but he is adamant that it is all worth saving the £5 a barbers would cost.