If you’ve seen any of our family photos recently, you’ve probably noticed that Michael has opted not to have his hair cut for awhile. Well that’s not entirely true, he did have a hair cut not that long ago, it just wasn’t really one worth speaking of.
I am of course torn. There’s that bit of me that says if the worst thing he ever does to rebel is to leave his hair long, I’ll be very lucky. But there’s that other bit of me. The bit that would desperately enjoy sneaking into his bedroom late at night with a pair of scissors ... and going to town!
It has actually reached the point in time when even the kids in his soccer team are saying that he needs a hair cut, but pushing isn’t going to work. I think its simply a game of patience. Half his problem is that he doesn’t really know how short he wants it!
Maybe I can get him involved in a shave for a cure type thing ... or at least tell him that’s what its for ...
Let the games begin.
1 comment:
When it's 10 inches long he can donate it to Locks of Love, a charity that makes wigs for children with cancer. Of course that means you'll have to put up with the floppy hair for another 4-5 inches!
Post a Comment