I shudder as I write this post, knowing my Mother-in-Law will cry when she hears the end of the tale. It all began with a busy Joshua boy who decided he needed a haircut, and took measures into his own hands to accomplish his goal. Let’s just say, some of his hair looked like astroturf it was so short. Yes my boy grabbed the scissors and chopped not only his bangs to the scalp, but his troublesome crown area (which should always be left a bit longer due to pesky hair growth direction). He proudly walked into the room where I was and exclaimed “Aren’t I Cool? I cut my own hair!” what could I do? I gulped, smiled and talked to him about never cutting your hair and always asking a grownup to help you. Then I mustered a laugh and packed him quickly into the car for an emergency trip to the salon. There are no pictures for evidence, I couldn’t bear it - my kid looked so strange.

At the salon the ladies all stood around trying everything they could to ease my mind, it wasn’t happening. Especially when one of them said “Um….I think we just need to start over” oh boy, here come the clippers. Now I’m not a big fan of the buzz cut, it’s not my fave. I like my boys faces framed a bit with hair, so to see her shearing my kids head like a lamb in the spring was heart wrenching to me.

During the “Shearing” I tried to keep Joshua happy as he watched his beloved hair fall down into his lap. “You’re going to look so cute Joshua!! It will look like you just enlisted!” The hairstylist laughed and kept buzzing. A few minutes later and my boy was REBORN and sporting a very close shave. He still is cute as a button, he’s still my Joshy, but man he looks older! (just what he needed, he’s already the tallest in his class). The best part for Joshy was his Daddy’s reaction, Nathan didn’t even skip a beat - he immediately gave his excited voice and wrapped Joshy up in his arms “You Look SOOO Cool!!!” he said. (yes I know he’s the better parent).

We had fun this morning getting ready for school and laughing that no matter how crazy he slept at night, Joshy’s hair wouldn’t be messed up. He’s on cloud 9 about his hair, and trying to see if anyone knows who he is at school. So that’s the tale of the scissors and my 6 year old. Read it and weep.