The weather is getting much warmer now and when we get back to Palembang, it will probably be sizzling. I was hoping to leave Aaron's hair untill he was school age but I realise now that its just not practical.
After several attempts over the past few days, the neighborhood turkey provided us with the perfect distraction while the family hair stylist got to work. My mother used to cut all our hair when we were growing up; mine, my brothers AND my fathers.
We all had our roles. I threw the bread out to the turkey. Turkey hopped around after the bread. My mother snipped away.
I think it worked out well. Here's the end result: