The first time I took DD, at around 2.3 I was too scared to go to a normal hairderssers so ploughed up to the only kids one I could find in west London. It was brilliant! DD sat like a star in the special chair, watched DVDs, had a photo taken with a lock of hair put in and even let them blowdry her hair. I was completely gobsmacked.
Feeling very confident I took her for her next trim down to the local salon. She took one look at the male hairdressr, hurled herself onto the floor in classic starshape and started to scream. Lets just say that we won't be going back (not least because we scarred the hairdresser for life, and it took me ages to get the hurled lollipop out of my hair). .