Remember that first haircut?
Might have been at home with the scissors or clippers, or maybe at one of those great shops that specialize in kids haircuts (I think haircut should be singular there because most kids styles look the same – a bowl cut) At any rate, their focus is on cutting kids hair. As a bonus, all the toys in the waiting area are sticky and coated with other kids’ hair. But then it’s your kids’ time to shine – the little bugger is in the chair (or on the spaceship or whatever fun little seat they have). For Gus’ first pubilc haircut, I had to sit next to him to keep him distracted, so he sat on the Rocketship, and I was straddling what appeared to be a flying beaver or squirrel or some sort of rodent.
At that point you discover that you either have a child who desperately wants to avoid a trim and doesn’t care who hears it, or one who takes it all in stride, primarily because they know they’ll get a lollipop at the end of it (or perhaps they’re distracted by Dora on the TV or by dad on the beaver). When the entire episode is over, the little one gets a treat. You on the other hand, go home with a precious lock of hair as a lovely keepsake, a headache from all the other screaming kids at the shop and quite possibly some sort of contagion picked up from the sticky, hairy, dump truck you had previously taken from your child in the waiting area. Quite the event, but oh, the precious memories!
So what happened?
Gus, I am quite convinced, is comb-a-phobic. I have never seen him use a comb, nor a brush, nor any other personal grooming device, for that matter. I was so happy when he began to wash his hair with some regularity that I scarcely noticed he neglects to comb it. This all bubbled up when I noticed the family photo album becoming the brochure for a Cousin Itt look-alike contest. Then, oh no, I realized- I was beginning to sound like my dad. “Get a haircut” “You goin’ out lookin’ like that?” “What are you, some sort of hippie?” (A HIPPIE!?!? I can’t believe I used that one!) But really, the hair hangs in his eyes. I’m truly expecting his Reading grades to decline pretty soon. Can’t see how he can see through all that hair. I can hear the optometrist, “Not to worry son, you don’t have glaucoma, you’re simply unkempt.”
Jared at dadthing.com mused about his son’s hairstyle and found a site to try out a few new do’s on his boy. They’re a hoot. Scary thing is – the first couple look like Gus in real life! When I nag about Gus about getting a haircut, he tells me I’m just jealous. Come to think of it, when I was his age, every third kid had hair like that – including me!
So, no more sticky, flying beaver haircuts Gus, and no more Hippie remarks, I promise. Yes, go ahead my boy- grow it while you got it. But just in case you have a book report due soon, here’s a comb.