Some parents like having shaggy haired little ragamuffins running around the house. Nate does. Just as soon as I run a brush through Theo’s hair, Nate goes and tousles it all up. I mention that Theo could really use a haircut, and Nate gasps in disbelief.
See, I prefer a less ragamuffin-y look. I prefer my child to give the appearance that he is well tended to.
Today, I won the ragamuffin battle. The family went to the toy-shop-cum-kid-hair-salon down the street for the big event. And Theo did awesome—until the scissors came out. Poor buddy! He’s already suffering for beauty.
Plus, now I have a lock of hair for his baby book. Score!