I cut Travis' hair last week. He held very still at first.
Then I started to sense we were in for trouble when he stuck pieces of cut hair back on his head. "I want my hair long again," he stated.
After we finished, Travis looked in the mirror. He frowned. "You broke the rules! You gave me a bad hair cut!"
"But Travis," I assured. "You look so handsome."
"My face looks handsome. My hair does not."
