Tuesday, May 21st, 2013
2 years, 2 months.
When I saw this picture I took of you this morning, I thought, “Here’s proof my son actually looks like me!”
The plan for Sunday afternoon was that Mommy would do the grocery shopping while I took you to get a haircut.
But once we checked in at the economy-priced place we usually go to, we were #13 on the queue, with a 45 minute wait; not to mention, you were crying because you knew why we were there.
So I made you a deal:
“Okay, Jack… listen. Would you rather Daddy give you a haircut when we get home instead of those people inside that store?”
You instantly felt relieved; I could see it:
“Yeah… Daddy, you give me haircut?”
Once we got home, you didn’t put up a fight at all. You stood on the back patio stairs as I buzzed your hair with a half-inch guard all over.
“You cut it all off, Daddy?”
I explained, “No son, you’ll still have hair, but this haircut will keep you cool in the warm weather.”
Mommy instantly fell in love with your new look. I thought she might simply be partial.
However, I learned that would not be the case.
All your teachers and friends at school said the same thing: You look really handsome with your new haircut.
That was my official confirmation.
As your dad, I have to take that as a double compliment.
One, you’re my son and someone is complimenting how sharp you look.
Second, it proves I have respectable skills with a set of hair clippers.
Not to mention, Mommy and I will now be saving about 13 bucks a month by not having to pay for your haircuts.
I was thinking: Maybe the more comfortable that you and I become with my barbering abilities, perhaps I could start learning how to fade your hair to where it’s a little longer on top.
But hey, if the buzz cut works for you and Mommy, and it saves us $13 a month, I don’t want to complicate things.
By default, I am now your favorite barber.
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