We’ve been busy the last few days- Gage and Carter start school next Wednesday, so I’ve been going through their closets and drawers, trying to figure out what they need for school, and Saturday I went to Evansville school shopping. Yesterday I took them to get their hair cut, which is something I always look forward to… almost as much as I would a bikini wax or a colonoscopy.
Last week Gage informed me he wanted his hair cut short, so I made an appointment for the both of them before he changed his mind (again). Gage and I have very different ideas when it comes to his hair… he likes to wear it long, wheras I prefer not having my son look as though he’s built a shrine to Billy Ray Cyrus on the top of his head.
“Mom, it’s not a mullet… it’s just a lot longer in the back than it is in the front.”
“Honey, that’s a mullet.”
Carter, God bless him, is easy when it comes to cutting his hair. He couldn’t care less what his hair looks like… as long as he doesn’t “look like a dork”, he’s happy with whatever haircut he ends up with. Gage, on the other hand, is extremely picky, and cowers in the chair in the fetal position looking as though he’s about to be executed.
“No, wait… that’s enough. That’s enough! THAT’S TOO MUCH!!!”
“Honey, she hasn’t even started yet.”
We had a bit of a wait, so him and I flipped through hairstyle magazines while Carter had his hair cut. Unfortunately, my small window of opportunity passed, and in between the pictures I shoved in his face of Brad Pitt and Owen Wilson, he changed his mind about having his hair cut short. … he decided he “just wanted a trim”. I wasn’t about to give up so easily- I held on to the hope that I could convince him otherwise and continued to show him pictures of different celebrities sporting short hair… after all, if it’s good enough for Zac Efron, it should be good enough for him, right?
“What about this?”
“No.”
“This?”
“No.”
“This is cute.”
“Mom, leave me alone. I just want a trim… get over it, woman.”
Finally, after 10 minutes of whispered arguing, when I had exhausted all my efforts (I even reminded him of the 32 hours I spent in labor), it was time for his appointment, and he left with strict instuctions for me to “stay put”. I continued to flip through magazines, debating whether or not he would be pissed if I ran back to show him “just one more picture”, but I managed to refrain myself and 15 minutes later he was finished.
“Hey, Mom, look at my hair. Whaddya think?”
Holy shit.
“Umm… it’s… umm… I like it! It’s… different than what I was expecting. You did ask for a trim, right?”
I don’t know what happened, Carter’s hair turned out really cute… Gage, on the other hand looked as though he was attacked by the hillbilly equivalent to “Edward Scissorhands”. I could have saved myself $20 and given Ryerson the kitchen shears, telling him to “keep going until until it’s mostly even”.
Even Gage couldn’t deny it… it was a mullet.
It flipped up in the back.
It was uneven.
IT. WAS. FEATHERED!
Gage, remembering his manners, waited until we were in the car to tell me he hated it. Thank God for that… I never know anymore what’s cool and what isn’t, so I had kept my mouth shut, not wanting to hurt his feelings, thinking maybe it was considered trendy for 12 year old boys to cut their hair in the style of Paige Davis. When he told me he hated it, I’ll be the first to admit I silently breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Finally, we agreed on something.
I told him it was probably a good thing he didn’t have her cut it short, at least there was some length left (in places anyway) to play around with, and that I would make an appointment with Chelsea (who normally cuts his hair, but as our luck would have it, is on vacation until Thursday) later this week.
“Honey, it doesn’t look that bad… until then, you can always wear a hat.”
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I can only imagine how much grief my daughter will give me when she reaches that age. Right now, it’s my husband arguing about her hair and how much should be taken off. Sometimes the husbands are worse than the kids!
I guess boys will be boys. That is what I have heard. A hat sounds good too. Love your posts.
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Well . . . where are the pictures?!? Your blog is a blast. I try to check it every day and now that I actually have high-speed at home I don’t have to use work time!!!
FEATHERED OMG my heart goes out to him…lol A mullets bad enough but throw in the feathered look and now you’ve truely gone hillbilly. Quick get the scissors, cut the back, get some gel and spike it up otherwise you need to get him a Don Johnson Jacket and tell people he’s paying homage to the 80’s.
Are you kidding me! As it is, I have the kids “proofread” whenever I write a post about them (I bleep out the cuss words, though. What kinda mother do you think I am… a hillbilly?) because I would never want to embarrass them, so I give them final approval. Gage laughed at the post from yesterday, but had I posted a picture, he would have never spoken to me again.
Hmmm. On second thought… how is that a problem? Heh.
I didn’t realize you lived near Evansville (Indiana?). My parents go there at least 3 times a year–well, near there–New Harmony.
Anyway, my son has a double-cowlick at the crown so we keep it really short or it sticks out funny. Thank Goodness he has no opinion it. Lately, I tell them to give him a high-and-tight. He looks so big after it’s cut.