"Mommy, that little girl is afraid of getting her hair cut."
"Well, so were you the first time you got yours cut."
That "little girl" was, in fact, my son. It was also not his first time getting his hair cut. He has had many, many since he was about a year old. And the main reason we ever cut his hair is not to correct gender perceptions, but because it starts getting into his eyes. This year it also coincides with the start of allergy season and our attempts to wash his hair every night so he's not carrying pollen and other allergens into bed with himself.
To be fair, this was only his second professional haircut. He cried a bit and complained loudly, but was overall much more agreeable than last time. His least favorite part remains having water sprayed on his hair. But our stylist this time was amazingly fast and confident. She cut off a lot of hair--it's been about 4 months since his last cut--and gave it a nice shape.
When I related the above conversation to Trillian (she was attending to Scooter while I studied in the waiting area), we both remarked that the new haircut should cut down on the perception that he's a girl. Then, just a little bit ago, I glanced over in his direction and realized that's not necessarily the case since, after a nap, his hair has settled into a cute, kicky pixie cut.