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| This shaggy-headed boy is ready for a haircut! |
For as long as Jack and I have been married, I’ve been cutting his hair, mostly to save money because Jack’s hair grows like a weed. So, when Henry’s hair started coming in and he was almost unrecognizable under all the scruff, I decided I’d tackle his first haircut. I consulted a few YouTube videos and a friend whose boy has equally prolific hair, I got out my hair cutting supplies and figured it’d be a ten-minute job.
Half an hour later, Henry had a mullet.
That’s right. I gave my kid a mullet. Accidentally, but still…
Another half hour of clipping and snipping and Henry wiggling all over the place, his haircut was finally acceptable.
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| Mowhawks = tears |
And apparently, he doesn’t like mowhawks.
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| Who is that handsome young man? |
I smoothed it out in his usual conservative swoop and set him in front of the mirror to see if he approved of my job.
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He does.
