Josh (my 4 year old) is hilarious because he's very particular about his hair. He wants his hair "flat." Well, as I'm blowing his hair dry--I am reminded that he needs a hair cut (wait--I'm reminded every time I look at him that he needs a freaking hair cut), so I pull out my scissors and begin to play hair dresser. Ahhh--a child's dream....the ability to have a "client" in front of you and the ability to be the hairdresser and actually cut the "clients" hair. Okay--maybe I was have a little too much fun living out a childhood memory. Anyway, I snip a little around the ears--just a little trim. Then, I realize...I've given my child a mullet. WHAT?! I've actually cut my child's hair and now he has a MULLET! Okay--calm down...time to fix this....cut a little here....cut a little there...... Well.....it was fun while it lasted, We now have a 4 year old with a 1970's "bowl" cut. Yup. Mom of the year award. Josh runs to look in the mirror and screams, "YOU LIED TO ME! I LOOK LIKE DANNY NOW!" I assure him that he does not.....and what do I do.....I proceed to cut Timmy's hair. Not only do I get the Mom of the Year Award, but I also get Idiot of the Year Award.
So now, my family looks like we belong in That 70's Show....but not in a good way. We need to fix their hair tonight or they won't hear the end of it at school. Ugh--and I was trying to do a good thing.
Oh--and I refuse to take pictures to document this event. Poor boys! :-(
Note to self: No more playing hairdresser. Blow-drying hair is fine, but no scissors for mommy.