I gave in. I didn’t want to, but I had to admit it was time. The girls had been saying “Mom, he needs one, he looks like a girl!” for weeks but I didn’t care. His hair was so soft and fine, with ends that curled up around his ears giving him an angelic look. I wanted to hold out as long as I could, but when I noticed that his bangs were falling into his eyes and the back of his hair was below his shoulders I had to admit it – it was time for Little Guy’s first haircut.
We went to The Barbershop, a local chain that is just for men. They have leather chairs and sofas, free coffee, water and peanuts to snack on, and a huge flat screen TV showing sports, sports, and more sports. I feel very out of place when I’m in The Barbershop but it’s cheap and the males in my house love it. I really can’t blame them; for $10 they get a cubicle with a TV, a haircut, shampoo, facial hair trim, hot towel, and head massage. I wish there was a Barbershop Call it “The Salon” for women – I could handle all that pampering for $10!
I knew that Little Guy would never sit on the chair so I held him on my lap and prayed that he’d sit still long enough. He absolutely refused to wear a cape – he held out his hand and said “Nooooo!” with a frown on his face when the stylist tried to put it on him. I wore one since I was dumb and had on black. Next time remind me to wear something hair-colored!
