I guess this is growing up?
Monkey Boy, who hasn’t had a haircut since he was approximately eight years of age, aside from a small trim sixteen months ago, and another one two weeks ago, has decided he wants his hair cut.
Grumpy Pants, overly delighted with the suggestion, was immediately on the phone to a hairdresser friend of his, organising her to come over and perform the operation.
My tummy was squirgly and I didn’t quite know how I felt about it all.
The procedure was organised for this afternoon. Typically, the moment Monkey Boy realised the inevitable, he changed his mind and decided he didn’t want it cut. We had a talk. He really did, but thought I might be sad and upset.
I have no idea why he would think so. Really!
It’s just a big change. It’s, well, like all changes really, big or small.
So it was that in the space of half an hour, he went from this:
… and I have to say, I quite like it. Squirgly tummy vanished and I do declare he is very cute.
Even if I do have to say that!
Now he’s refusing to wear hats, because no one will see his new hair cut.
And being the budding entrepreneur he is … “hair for sale!”
(It will be donated to a worthy cause … or possible sent to several of his uncles …)