It was his second “real” haircut but the first one where he sat by himself on a booster-plank atop the stylist's chair. Kind of sketchy but I was there to catch him, if necessary, which it really wasn't. He was a bit traumatized by the end of it but then we went out for strawberry ice cream, which we ate outside. Some woman walking past stopped to talk with us for a minute and when she moved along, she said “What joy and light he brings to the street!”