"Hey Babe! Doesn't my hair look great long?"

I just love that Kim cuts my and our boys' hair.  Not only does she do a fantastic job of it, but she saves us tons of money in the process.  The only challenge is securing that appointment at "Kim's Boutique", meaning our upstairs, master bathroom.  Very often when I ask her to "please cut my hair", she doesn't feel like it for this or that reason.  Then when she finds she is ready, I'm not ready for this or that reason.  It seems almost like neither of us wants to give in to the other.  Kim says, "I'm the one cutting your hair for heavens sake.  Can't we do it when it's convenient for me?"  I respond, "it really doesn't take that long, does it?"  If this isn't a silly, yet great example of our attempts at 'Competing', 'Complaining', and 'Controlling', I don't know what is.  On and on we go, back and forth, week after week and my hair just continues to grow..."Doesn't my hair look great long babe?"  How is that for being 'Flexible, Playful, and Accepting'?