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“Ah this one will do!”

My fluffy, shy little son is due a hair cut. My wife decides the local Turkish barber cannot be that bad.

Every hair cut on display has a hard fade with inexplicable lines shaved in. Before I could question it, he was marched in.

Within minutes, his head was fed to the buzz of the clipper - hair, tears and screams flying everywhere. I had to look away.

The result is an 18 month old who looks like he steals Haribos for a living, and has tried vaping at least once in his life time.

But despite this tragedy, he’s recovered, even high-fiving other toddlers at the park while I quietly googled a therapist.