I gave the Little Guy a haircut on Saturday. When The Spouse came home he said, “I think that’s just about the worst haircut you have ever given him.” (Oops, I think I was the one who said that.) (sorry spouse). In fact, it was just about the worst haircut any adult ever gave anyone (notice I don’t include children in this as kids are pretty expert at giving themselves bad haircuts as we know, to our sorrow).
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He looks pretty incensed about it, too.
The right side isn’t too bad but the left (his left) just goes in one long curve so he looks like a monk (without the bald spot). What can I say, the kid is ticklish and wouldn’t stop bouncing around like a Mexican jumping bean. He’s been like that since the womb—he was the King of the Congenital Mexican Hat Dance (which is okay for me to say since The Spouse lived there for two years). (Mexico, not the womb.)
As the day wore on, it just got worse and worse. And worse. So, I sat him down and said, “Little Guy, when the weekend is over and you go back to school, I just want you to know that the little girls will point and laugh, the boys will beat you up and the teachers will all turn from you and cry.”
Good thing the Little Guy has a great sense of humor and a healthy dose of self esteem. And, might I add, thank goodness for hair gel, otherwise the Little Guy would be a mass of bruises by now (like the inside of my womb).
As the day wore on, it just got worse and worse. And worse. So, I sat him down and said, “Little Guy, when the weekend is over and you go back to school, I just want you to know that the little girls will point and laugh, the boys will beat you up and the teachers will all turn from you and cry.”
Good thing the Little Guy has a great sense of humor and a healthy dose of self esteem. And, might I add, thank goodness for hair gel, otherwise the Little Guy would be a mass of bruises by now (like the inside of my womb).
Meanwhile, for those who haven’t heard, I am having a 300th blog post celebration (After only 9 months of blogging! I know! Who knew! I am so darn prolific! I really need to stop pushing myself on people like this!) which includes the obligatory give away. (That doesn’t sound like I feel obliged, does it?) One totally unique Miss D t-shirt will go to the lucky winner. Leave a comment on the actual 300th post (click here) and tell me what you want your shirt to say. It can be anything, including what others have already said (I am really loving your ideas, you guys!) but it can’t be nasty. At least not any nastier then what The Spouse already dreamed up.
Spoiler Alert! Sob story to follow: I’m having one of those days when I’m not feeling particularly witty, wise or wonderful. I enjoyed my day off of blogging so I could work on my book and even made some good progress but I really missed all your fun blog posts and comments. I will be catching up on those today but please don’t expect any clever comments—my characters sucked me dry yesterday. (They’re selfish like that.)
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