He had his first haircut yesterday at the tiny one-chair barber shop in our little town. (Joe's grandmother forbids us to have a baby's hair cut before the first birthday. Not that our kids have much hair before they are one anyway.)
He didn't cry. He just kept trying to push the barber's hand away.
(The friendly barber, whom we have never met before, didn't charge us for the haircut. He said he never does for a baby's first. He even gave us a certificate.)