Turns out my son isn't perfect

You know when you're walking along thinking how perfect your kid(s) is/are then somehow life smacks you in the face to remind you that no child is actually perfect, least of all yours.

Yesterday, after a fun morning of Christmas shopping and lunch with our brother and sister-in-law we decided to take Danny to get his 3rd haircut. His curls are no longer there now that the humidity is gone, and his hair straight is too  long and too shaggy. The time came for little Danny boy to get his ears lowered. After waiting for about five minutes, Danny got tired of being a good boy while playing with the waiting room toys so he decided to start pounding on another kid.

Not nice Danny, not nice.

We then took him to the "bad boy room" or the other waiting room where he had a blast playing with the train table and Goodnight Moon Puzzle. When they finally called his name and it was time for him to get his hair cut he had a fit. He was so scared of the nice lady who was going to cut his hair. He cried the whole time, I even had to hold him up against my chest when she was cutting his ears. Poor kid has a big case of stranger anxiety.

This is NOT Danny, but you get the idea.

I guess it is always good to get a humbling experience with your children. It is so easy to put them up on pedestals, think of them as perfect little gods. But in reality, we'll all have the time where we're that Mom, the one with the kid screaming at the barber shop.