A Cut Below the Rest

For our children, school started exactly one week ago. That involved, among other things, trips to buy school supplies, registration at three different schools with schedule pick up, meeting teachers, dropping off the elementary supplies (all 8lbs of it for one child and one school), and back-to-school haircuts. The latter is where things went horribly wrong...



It all started innocently enough. Wanting to save some time and money, I decided the boys just needed their shaggy hair "trimmed." I could do that. Parker was first. No problems. Except in this photo, his eyes are closed and he insisted on syling his hair himself.



Gil was next...his hair was longer. I could try and get into all of the technical issues of his "trim", but I don't entirely understand them myself. Basically, round one left him with what my children call a "chilibowl." Which I guess is not desirable. I tried to blend it in during rounds two and three, which were all unsuccessful. At this point it was obvious what would have to happen. Take it all off with the number four. This is the result.



In his defense, he was good-natured and sweet about the entire situation. We told him how handsome he looked, and how it brought out his eyes. However, after it was all done and the hair had settled, what was left of it, the reality of what he was going to have to face the next day sunk in...attending his first day of high school virtually bald. There was weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Gil's response basically says it all, "Mom, no offense, but I never want you to touch my hair again." I don't blame him.