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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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).