I got my hair cut today.
all of them
Sheena calls it the worst hair cut ever.
That's saying lots, because last time there were about nine hairst right in the middle of the front that stretched two inchest past the rest.
Or the time before where there were missed clumps all over my head.
I should point out that all cuts were by different people.
The real problem with this cut is that it is short. Before scissors touched my hair she asked, "what is one thing that you would never want to have happen to your hair?"
I said go bald.
technically I didn't go bald.
But only technically.
I've decided that I'm going to begin naming my hair cuts. This one will be known as the quick dry. Or maybe better yet, I'll now be telling people I'm quick drying. I'm not evern certain there's enough hair to retain water. I may not even need a towel now.
The hair cut before will be referred to as "the rogue" because that clump in front disregarded all the rules.
The worst part about all this, despite my wife not being able to look at me, is the response from my son. When he wakes up from a nap he is all smiles. It's a rule. It has always been that way. Now that my hair is shorter than his, some paradigm has changed. When I went in to get him after his nap he was, instead of ear to ear smiles, frightened. He didn't recognize me. I leaned in to pick him up and his lip quivered. He was frightened.
That's no good.
Want to see the cut?
Anyone have a hat?
It might look longer than it is. That's because it is longer at the crown, you know, where a lot of guys go bald. Maybe that's what she took from my comment about baldness.
If you don't see much of me for the next few weeks, it's because Sheena isn't letting me out in public.