Runned Out of Hair

Yaks has discovered a great equalizer when it comes to problem solving with his sister. The hair pull. It's a dirty move, but it does the trick to prevent his sister from squashing him. We've talked at length about it being not only painful and unkind, but my fear that Boo won't have any more hair if he pulls it out. Of all of those reasons, this one stuck with him the most. We can run out of hair. They've discussed it together at length and it went something like this:

Boo: "Yaks, don't pull hair, okay? We're not supposed to pull hair."
Yaks: "Yeah, I not sthuppost to."
Boo: "'Cause if we pull hair, I will runned out of hair and won't have anymore hair and that would be SO SAD for me!"
Yaks: "Oooo-kay."

I mentioned to Yaks his need for a haircut several days ago, to which he replied that he didn't need one, that his hair was just fine and if he got a haircut, he would "runned out of hair."

Boo was helpful and quickly volunteered that she had "extra" hair. I thought she meant because he hair was longer, she would share some with him. Sweet, I thought. Then she offered to show it to him, and led him to her closet. I wasn't sure what that was all about, so I followed them into her room. She slid her closet door open to reveal a long, blond Halloween wig that's hung up in there. haha! Good to know at least we have some hair storage should we need any in a, you know, "emergency".

Off to Cookie Cutters we went because I'm still too chicken to attempt to cut their hair myself because haircuts are fun there!

Before

After
Doesn't he look so handsome?
Little Mr.