After dinner, daddy offered to do something to ease my pressure (I was coaching my 2 girls on their school work). Was really grateful that he moves his butt to help. But he got no idea what to do with his little prince and asked me for my opinion if to bring his boy down for a walk or go for the long overdue hair cut.
Told him not to bring little boy for hair cut as I will do it when I got the time since my dear prince still have the phobia from the previous round. Whenever we asked him if he wants to cut his hair, he will shout "No!" very clearly to make his stand clear.
So after half an hour, received a phone call and all I can hear is my poor boy screaming at the top of his lungs crying...the more I try to pacify him over the phone, the louder he cry. Knowing that the more he hear my voice, the more he would cry, so I hanged up the phone and waited for his grand entrance.
Once back, took him over from daddy and consoled him. It took him a good 10minutes to finally calm down. Scolded daddy for not listening to me.
Before bedtime when he was washing up, he looked into the mirror at his new hair style and admired it. Though he doesn't like having his hair cut, but he does agree that it nice.