Yes. I am that mother.
We made an appointment for my son’s very first haircut. When the day came, I found myself in tears. No, I mean I literally cried.
His full head of curly curls! I LOVE his hair. But I had been telling my husband that he needed a haircut for a few weeks. My husband argued, “No, not yet. I don’t want to cut it yet.”
“I know. I don’t want to either but it’s in his eyes, it annoys him when he’s eating and putting a hat on, etc.”
So husband agrees and made the appointment as long as they could get a haircut together from his barber.
So the day comes. My husband is still at work when he calls and asks if we should meet him there or if he should come pick us up.
“Erica, are you crying?”
“You’re crying. What’s wrong?”
(This goes on for another minute or so. Me insisting I’m not crying and him asking what’s wrong.)
“I just, I don’t want to cut his hair. He’s still a baby.”
Now he’s full out laughing at me. “Ok fine I’ll cancel. I don’t want to cut it either!”
“No, he needs one. He’s just too big already!”
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it 500 more times. WHERE DOES THE TIME GO? Why does it have to go so fast?
|Such a handsome big boy with his haircut!|
|My 2 happy boys with their fresh haircuts!|
PS. Am I the only weirdo who brought a container to keep his first clipped curl??