We're lucky in that we have a nice kids' salon about 5 minutes from home. It's inexpensive, no appointments and has all the frills for the youngest customers.
Chris chose to sit in the airplane. He went a little nuts at first with the steering wheel, but once the smock was on he was all business.
Toy Story 3 was playing on tv and he was definitely into it (which explains the vacant expression on his face).
The stylist did a great job of shaping him up and giving him more of a big-boy look.
Since it was his first time, they saved an envelope of hair and gave him a "Certificate of Bravery". He did great! No tears, no fear. Even when she busted out the clippers to clean up around the back.
I showed him how he looked and he said "I yike it!"