Since it's clear H
enry is no longer a baby, I thought it was only fair to him, to finally give in and cut his beautiful baby mullet. I always thought I would let his hair grow into a cute little surfer do, yet while the back grew and grew, the front did not. Henry was sporting a full on mullet and I knew it was time to take care of business. I called up my mother, because I knew that it would be a traumatizing experience......for me. A baby just stops looking like a baby with a new haircut and that idea took some getting used to. Although I considered doing it myself, I figured the f
irst time around I would pay a professional. This way I could not get angry with myself for destroying my sweet little man's silky locks. We did the whole deal, he sat in a little car with a steering wheel, had his very own television blaring baby einstein and even had an assistant stylist blowing bubbles for his amusement. He was not amused. Not at all. I think it all went wrong when he looked up from his new car and saw a woman in the mirror quickly approaching him from behind with a shiny pair of scissors and a cloak that was swiftly wrapped around his little neck. It was downhill from there. Luckily, the lady was a seasoned veteran and seemed indifferent to Henry's lack of appreciation for her stylish handiwork. At least it was memorable. Now Henry is sporting a new do and the scary stylist is cutting other children's hair and offering them balloons and gifts from the store treasure chest. There was one thought that struck me as I held my trembling son, how the heck are we going to deal with the dentist??? Oh well, there's a little time for me to prepare for that day.
