I was ranting a bit on Facebook yesterday afternoon. I guess that’s what makes Facebook so appealing; it’s a place to instantly post your gripes, your celebrations and anything else on your mind.
Anyway, I took my boys to get haircuts yesterday. I gave instructions to both stylists as to how I wanted the cut to look. Nothing complicated, just little boy haircuts.
As I was talking to the stylist who was cutting my older son’s hair my back was turned to my other son. My younger boy has very curly hair. I told the stylist to leave the curls on top, trimming them only slightly, and to clean up the sides and back.
In minutes (when I wasn’t looking) she had chopped off all his curls and essentially gave him a buzz cut but with scissors. He jumped down and said, “Hi Mom”.
My heart sank as I smiled at him and told him he looked great.
I was pretty livid. The stylist had totally disregarded what I said and just chip, chopped away. I could have given him that cut at home.
Yes, it’s only hair but I love those curls. I didn’t say anything to the stylist because I didn’t want my son to know I was not happy with the result.
Here he is a few days after his last cut in July; curls on top, short on the sides.
Here he is yesterday, sans the curls but happy, healthy and now toothless too. He’s still the sweetest boy around.
However, we will not be visiting little Miss Scissorhands again anytime soon. She got a little crazy don’t you think?