Getting the boys to sit down for anything is a Sisyphean task, but getting them seated and relaxed while a non-relative swings around their head and eyes with non-safety scissors is imperative.  Clearly the Manhattan kids commerce complex has addressed this need with loads of fire-truck sitting, Diego DVD playing, lollipop distributing hair salons.

But what happens when EVERY kids salon is like that?  Well the kids get used to it.  And then they get bored of it.  So enter Yash at the salon/toystore for his haircut yesterday.  He surveys the scene while twirling his pre-cut lolly and opts to sit in the regular chair NEXT to the firetruck.

Then from behind his sprayed wet bangs while glancing at Caillou, he tells me that our preferred stylist (Allison at Kids Cutz on 29th Street) is doing a great job and that “it doesn’t hurt too much”.