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How a haircut cost me a pair of shoes...

It's the end of the school holidays, and time for boys to get hair cuts. My boys hate having their hair cut; if left to their own devices they'd have long flowing locks down to the ground, I think. Unfortunately, they are not great at hair washing, and aren't terribly keen to tie their hair up for school - which the schools would require. So, about four times a year I battle with them to get their hair cut.

I'm trying to compromise on what constitutes 'a cut' and so Erik and Lukas have shaggy cuts with long fringes - I hate these cuts, I really do, but I guess I have to relinquish some of the control as they get older and seek to define themselves as individuals (like everyone else - actually, just. like. everyone. else)...



If it were up to me, they'd all have short cuts like Ari...


His hair is wet here, it's quite short, but he does actually have hair, it's not a buzz cut; just a smart short cut, that can be spiked if he wants, or parted...

Bryn had a BAD day at the barber's today. I did tell the barber to neaten the back but not cut too much off, just a couple of centimetres. The barber just cut, and cut, and cut and while Bryn's hair isn't über short, he was hoping for something closer to what Erik walked out with (see above). 

Sadly, he was in a flood of tears when we left. The poor younger barber in the shop was worried about him (it was the older one who had cut Bryn's hair). I said the hair cut was fine, just a bit shorter than Bryn had wanted. 

And then I had to go console the distraught eight-year-old who was vowing and declaring he would NOT be going to school next week, or even next term, until his hair grew back!

I found myself promising to make it up to him, and then I found myself buying him a pair of shoes he really doesn't need, but has wanted for a while...


And then I worked some magic with wax and hair spray and showed how his hair cut wasn't all together horrible, it was quite like the 10th Doctor's hair...





And finally, he was smiling again - and it only cost me $40 in the end for his 'horrible haircut'...


Comments

Melissa Gassman said…
Bryn rocks the Doctor's hairstyle! He's got nothing to worry about when he returns to school :)
Melissa Gassman said…
Bryn rocks the Doctor's hairstyle! Tell him he's got nothing to worry about when he goes back to school :)

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