Lydia's hair had obviously been trimmed right before we met her. It was fairly straight across (with a slight diagonal slant) in the back. Once, I even trimmed where her hair came to a funny point in the front. But today we went to Walmart for a REAL haircut.
The bribe was that she'd get to go to a certain chicken place afterward for a milkshake & fries if she was very, very still while the stylist worked.
Lydia really, really TRIED to be still, and the results show that she was reasonably successful. After I'd paid Karla and left her a very generous tip (and she totally earned it), Lydia was rewarded with a Winnie the Pooh balloon plus the milkshake and fries.
Gene had said he didn't know who would cry more: me or Lydia. In the end, no tears were shed. Just a few inches of hair...