Last night my 13 year old decides he wants a haircut, I am freaking out over this. Did I hear him correctly, he wants to cut the overgrown bush that has taken over his head? His hair is so thick I have been increasingly concerned that his brain can’t breathe. That and being a teenager is a bad combo.
Naturally, “I jump in it” ( with a russian accent, can you identify that commercial?) I say, “can I cut it, please please” Here is where the proof comes in that his brain was indeed being deprived of the necessary oxygen. Who does he pick? His Mother? A formerly licensed Barber who went to Barber College and has done haircuts in the 1000’s?
Nooooo, the teen genius picks his me, the guy that can’t hold scissors or trim his own sideburns properly. Can you believe he had the gall to blame me for the bad haircut? I think his brain is back to fully functioning(for a teenager) He really has taken it well. Well, he will be able to look back and laugh, and so will we!
