When I was little my Dad gave me most of my hair cuts. No, hair cutting is not his profession, but cutting things is his trade. My dad started cutting hair while he was in college to help make some extra money. One time he accidently cut off the tip of an ear while cutting hair. Ironic that later in his life he would be repairing ears. 
A few weeks ago I decided that Bean needed his first haircut. The poor little guy always has his hair in his eyes. So, Papa had me sit in a chair with Bean on my lap and away he went. I was surprised at how well Bean sat still. Only once did I need to hold him still (while Papa cut around his ears).
Now that is much better!
