Curse of the Clippers

In my journey as a SAHM and Wife hairstylist (ha), I've cut many a hairs (Seth's), but none as traumatic as Jacob and James's hairs!  The twins absolutely hate the clippers.  I tried all the tricks--sitting in the bath (no water), playing a favorite TV show, having their dad hold them, cutting their hair outside, showing them it doesn't hurt by doing it on another person, tickling their arm with it, etc.  NOTHING worked and I dreaded the tears and howls that would ensue with each cut.  All the tears also meant some pretty uneven cuts (mostly unnoticeable, but some very noticeable).  Now James's hair grows fairly quickly and he was in dire need of a cut.  So a few days ago, his dad took him to watch his hair get cut by a pro.  We then spent the next couple days talking up haircuts and how they're fun.  Today, the weather finally cooperated, moods were happy, and we had just gotten home from the park.  It was time to cut his hair.  We did the tickle, put on a show, and had him sit on his dad's lap.  Tears started forming.  I got out my secret weapon...FRUIT SNACKS!  The day was saved.  James got his hair cut!  Or should I say SHAVED!  I put on the wrong guard.  Guess I can't win them all! ;)