hair cut

so, Wiley's hair is long and thick and must be hot. I was looking at photos of him from last summer, long enough after the shaved head disaster so his hair was a nice length, and asked him if he would like to get his hair cut, he said ok. So, I got out the clippers with the right attachment this time and made one pass on his head, in the front above his left eye to the top of his head and then he freaked out. He yelled nooooooo and started to cry and ran to the mirror and cried and cried about how he hated it and how he didn't want to have his hair cut. He sobbed. He ran to his bed, flopped on his bed, and cried, burying his face in his pillow. Like a teenager. So, I didn't cut his hair anymore. He was so bummed. He said he didn't want to go to school. He didn't want York to see him because he didn't want his dad to make fun of him. He insisted on wearing a hat all day. He now doesn't seem to mind it so much, but this means he has a really modern hair cut and won't let me or anyone else cut it to fix it.