My wife and I have a couple of small boys and I have a daughter from a previous relationship. I love my kids. I love my wife. I love my family. Our youngest is almost two now and he still looks kinda like a baby boy compared to our other boy. I don't like the thought of him having too short a haircut because it makes him look quite a bit older than he actually is.
Recently, both of my boys needed a haircut, especially my youngest. Now, when I say recently, I really mean a couple of days ago. The older guy's wasn't bad just looking a little shaggy, but the little guy's was long. Really long. Think of the early Beatles, only longer. Way longer. So we decided (together) that we would get them each haircuts this weekend. No problem. End of story, right? Wrong.
A little history of how my wife makes a decision about the boys' having their hair cut. We (again, together) make a plan to get them trimmed up at a certain place and date and time. Then, usually a few days or so before our scheduled outing, she will take it upon herself to do her own little cutting job. She's never had any kind of training in the hair styling field. Well, she did watch a youtube video once, but I don't really think that qualifies. As a result, the hairdo's that the boys end up with are usually less than appealing.
Imagine the worst, monk style, bowl cut you can think of. That was the latest result of my wife's ambition to get the hair out of his eyes. Personally, I'd rather have the hair in his eyes than make him look the way he did. And, like every other time she took matters into her own hands, we had to make an emergency run to the barber's.
I don't really get it. It's like that AA saying about the definition of insanity. You know the one, right? The definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior over and over again expecting a different result. She always, always tries her own hand at the stylist thing, and every time we have to rescue the poor kids. I love my wife, but there's no telling her. I mean, I have told her that she shouldn't be cutting their hair (or her own for that matter, but that's another story), but she doesn't listen. It's the classic "I'll just trim a little off the bangs. Oops! They're uneven. Okay. Just trim a little more...oops! Now they're uneven the other way." And so on, and so on. It keeps going this way until I step in, but by that time, the kids don't really have that much hair left. One time she told me flat out to give my oldest boy a buzz cut (I did my own too so that he didn't feel weird).
This time, we had to ask my wife's mother (who babysits the kids during the week while we're at work) to take them to the barber's today. I gotta say, they look very stylin' now. Because my wife had cut my youngest's hair so short, they had to go even shorter to make it look good, but I actually like it. He looks like the kid from Jerry Maguire who knows the weight of the human head, and something about bees and fear or something (haven't seen that one in quite a few years), but it's cool 'cause it kinda suits him. They both look really cool.
However, soon, when their hair is longish again...I know she's gonna try again. God, it looks like I gotta get rid of all the scissors in my house. We'll see in a few weeks...
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