About ten years ago, I started cutting Doug’s hair at home. Since then, it has seemed to just naturally flow that I cut everyone’s hair. The girls have always been pretty easy. A straight cut, sometimes with bangs, sometimes without. I can keep the ends trimmed and the bangs halfway decent. But, then came Steven. Keeping a little boy’s hair cut hasn’t been so easy – especially trying to keep a nice little part on top.
I finally gave up. Last Saturday I asked Doug if we could forego the part and go to using the razor for the top as well as the back. Steven was in desperate need of a haircut, and he was just as desperately trying to delay it. He hates the scissors. He hates how long it takes to cut his hair. So, he hates haircuts.
Doug, in his wonderful, easy to please manner, agreed that the part could go, at least for now. The next challenge was getting a less than happy Steven into the bathroom for the essential cut. I promised him it would be very, very quick.
Sure enough, just over five minutes later, he had a new cut! Quick and easy – yeah, I like that (and so did he!). The only problem is, of course, that it’s a more grown up look. Not too sure about that one – he’s looking grown up enough as it is!
Of course, when he does silly things like this, I’m reminded that he will always be my goofy little boy! And yes, there was a, “Mommy, take a picture of this!” request before he did it!