Time for a haircut again

It’s time for the dreaded haircut again.  Jack doesn’t dread it… I do.  I would like to know if the pediatrician can give me something I can dope him up on, so that he’ll sit still long enough for me to get to most of it.  As it is, the first two trims have each involved a day long moratorium on the “never run with scissors” rule.  By chasing Jack around, waiting for a moment when he’s sufficiently engrossed in some toy, so he’ll ignore the hack job I’m doing, I can eventually get most of the cut done.