Although he had been talking about doing it for a few weeks, and definitely wanted it done before school started, I still wasn't quite ready. After the first football practice Monday night, his only reply to my "Did you have fun?" inquiry was a desperate, "I couldn't see the ball to catch the passes! I've got to get it cut!"
And so we did.
I don't really care, though. I mean, it's just hair, right?
So what if he's been growing it out for an entire year? So what if he hasn't had a short, typical-little-boys cut since he was two years old? Hey, I know girls who wear their hair like this on their wedding day!
So what that our friend Jennifer had, at this point, been cutting for ten minutes already and had only gotten him to the "bob" stage .... it's just hair, right?
"Hey, Kellen, the 1990's called. Joey from "Friends" wants his hair back."
OH. MY. GOSH.
Where the HELL did my little boy go??!!??!??
I mean, sure, there's enough hair there to make a concert wig for Hannah Montana, but I had NO IDEA it would change his appearance so much!!! Make him look so ..... so ..... so ..... grown up! ::sob::
Don't get me wrong. I love it. LOVE it. And he loves it, and everyone who has seen it loves it. It's just that .... well .... when we walked in the salon, he was my shaggy-headed elementary boy. Now, he's ..... he's .... he's (gulp!) big and grown up and going into middle school like a YOUNG MAN!!!
Excuse me while I find the phone number for that doctor who does vasectomy reversals.