Yeah, so, after months of putting it off, we finally took the Spawn to get a haircut.
I know what you are thinking, and no, neither the Spawn nor myself cried during the haircut. I thought for sure I would start sobbing, because pretty much everything makes me cry. Let me remind you that I’m the girl who cries during that Budweiser commercial about the guy who raises the horse to become a Clydesdale horse, and then he misses the horse and three years later he goes to the Clydesdale parade, and then the horse runs after him and they hug. NEVER FORGET!
I don’t think I had time to cry. It was kinda stressful. The Boy didn’t want to be at the hair cutting place (it feels wrong to call it a salon when it’s basically a Supercuts for kids.) He didn’t want to sit in the seats that were shaped like little cars, so he had to sit on David’s lap. Then he started squirming and whining, and the haircutter had to run around David and snip The Boy’s hair when she could. Considering that Calvin didn’t stop squirming, she did a pretty good job. Most little boys’ haircuts turn into what my good buddy Kate calls “the blond Moe” or a buzz cut.
Calvin looks very handsome with his new haircut, and – sigh – he looks more like a little boy and less like a baby. *sobs*
So, yeah, I think cutting a little boy’s hair is much easier than little girls’ hair. The Boy’s hair is kind of a curly mop, so it won’t really show if it’s uneven in some spots. A little girl’s hair … it’s more styled. Ugh. How stressful. Parents of daughters: You have my sympathies.
Oh, and by the way, the haircut cost $18! What the what? That seems like a lot for a haircut for a toddler that isn’t even 2 years old yet, doesn’t it?
I’m not really looking forward to doing this again any time soon. I’m seriously thinking about buying a Flowbee.