One night a few weeks ago after the kids were in bed I heard my 2-year-old Sam fussing up in his room. I went in to check on him and he just stared at me in a somewhat alarmed, tentative fashion. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Then he turned his head to the side and there it was. The wheels of one the little toy trains he brought to bed with him had somehow gotten tangled up in his hair!
I brought him downstairs and called for Peter to help me. I thought we were going to have to cut it out, but Peter was able to disentangle the train from Sam's long locks without Sam even crying. And even better, I snuck in a quick, very much needed haircut since he was being so calm and patient in spite of a train having just been stuck to his head. If that's what it takes for Sam to cooperate for a haircut, then, well, I don't know what to say to that.
Then he went back to bed and was soon sleeping peacefully.
All is well that ends well! (Although if you look closely at the bottom left corner you will see that at his insistence the troublesome purple train is back in the crib with him. Will we ever learn?!)