Anyway, the kid turns three in a few weeks and I figured, surely by now he'd have outgrown his phobia of haircuts. So, Mae and I, along with the boy and our maid, Anie headed down to the local Mamak Barber. Despite my own reservations about Mamak Barbers, I decided that both father and son should conquer our fears. And so there we were.
Go on, watch the video. :)
It turned out pretty well - the ordeal and hopefully, the haircut. Makes him look a little uncle-ish though. But the boy thinks he looks like Peter Parker now. Heh.