For awhile now, when we wake Nicholas up from a nap or when we pick him up and he is anxious to see us, his sign of affection is a pinch pinch. He loves to pinch the skin on my neck or arm. He will sit in his high chair during dinner, take a bite, and then pinch Andrew's arm, take a bite, take a pinch. Don't know why, but we get a good laugh.
The second haircut didn't go as well as the first. All the preparations were made, taking off the clothes, sucker in hand to distract him, but to no avail. He has about four bare patches on the back of his head from moving while Andrew buzzed. He has no idea, but that's ok.