Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Take it down to the paint

For as long as I can remember we have cut the boys hair.  They always seemed to want brush cuts like their Dad.  It was great because with one set of high quality clippers we have saved years of having to pay for haircuts.

Not Zach
Recently Logan has wanted hairstyles that there is no way that I could attempt with clippers alone, so we have started taking him into the salon.  Zach on the other hand truly does not care and the simpler the better.  Brush cut it is.

This weekend I was sitting across from Zach at dinner and noticed that his hair was looking a little unkempt.  His hair is poker straight and super thick, so as it grows it basically goes straight up, extremely similar to the photo here (Zach wouldn't let me take the "before" photo).

Since Logan has started going to the salon, I wanted to give Zach the opportunity to go.  But Zach is really shy and doesn't like crowds, so the idea of going to the mall during the busy Black Friday weekend was not something he wanted to do.  Cue clippers.

I asked Z how long he wanted it, to which he replied that he wanted it the same length as Brad's.

Since Brad was the last one to use the clippers, I left the guard that was already there on and started to give Z a haircut.  The first strip and I panicked. It was short.  REALLY SHORT. I can see your scalp perfectly kind of short.

The problem with clippers is that there is no going back.  One super short strip and you are committed.  So I had no other choice but to keep going.

At first Zach and I were laughing as I was working on the back of his head.  Once I made my way to the front he started freaking out and he had every right to!  OMG.  I haven't felt that bad about something in a really really long time.

So we finished and Zach stormed off to have a shower and rinse off all of the leftover little snippets of hair.  I was near tears.  Zach is such a sensitive kid and if the other kids at school made a comment, it would be devastating.

But once Zach got out of the shower, he seemed fine.  We played a bit of Clash Royale (I have yet to win a game) and then it was time for bed.

The boys got off to school the next morning and I was on the edge of my seat for Zach to call me when he got home from school (both boys call me around 3:30 pm each day).  Thankfully, Zach had a good day.  He said that they started using his old nickname (Sargent Buzzcut), which he likes, so it was all good.  It was funny, Zach said that it was ok because his hair had grown a bit overnight and it wasn't as short the next day.  I was not about to correct him.

I was still trying to figure out what happened.  Why the h*ll was the super short guard on the clippers?  Brad couldn't figure it out either and he absolutely was the last one to use them.  After a short amount of investigative work, we realized that Brad had left the "eyebrow" guard on.  Basically I had cut Zach's hair to eyebrow length. Awesome.  Once again clinching my sport as Mother of the year.






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