Saturday, March 3

Haircut???

My "helpful" husband took Lincoln out today to run some errands. Ron wanted to surprise me by getting Lincoln's hair "trimmed" while they were out. Well, Ron brought home our son with a military style buzz cut, shorter than Ron's!!
My Reaction: The same reaction I had 2 weeks ago when I lost my diamond (ridiculously freaked out). I guess those beautiful blonde curls were as precious to me as my diamond.
All is better now, I have accepted the short hair, for now... Ron said it will grow out in 6 more months. I looked a lot better after I washed it, I think she blew dry it out straight or something. Needless to say, he has been relieved of any sorts of haircutting duty. Picture's will follow as soon as I get brave enough...
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm innocent!! Here’s reason we should all learn fluent Spanish. Can you imagine, there I was in an American barber shop trying to explain my child’s proper hair distribution table with this Spanish hair stylist, the whole time unbeknownst to me, she didn't understand a stitch of English. Being the good father that I am, I left for a drink at the local pub while the stylist had her way with his hair. Upon my hasty return 3 hours later, my son was no where to be seen. Until,...there sitting atop of a stool was a kid that called me daddy. For a moment I was racing through my past life in a desperate search for truth when it hit me like all those vodka shots, this is Lincoln!!! Oh, no I said. His mother is going to kick my a%@. I was sober within seconds looking for the next flight to Mexico, when it hit me again, his mother is going to kick my.... Left with no other option, I pay the hair dresser and return home. Of course I didn't drive, Lincoln took care of the old lush and got us home safely. I do owe the neighbors an explanation for the cat. That's going to hurt. Well, let me tell you how things unfolded from there. I had asked Lincoln to go knock on the door while I waited in the car, after I heard the scream and the tremor of fear pass through me like 4.5 on the richter scale, I approached the house. Times like this I'm glad momma don't know how to use the gun or kitchen knife. Otherwise, daddy would be a goner. As she drew her breath and stammered for an explanation all I could think about was how fast my feet could run. Her eyes pierced right through to my soul when she asked me what happen. In all honesty all I could muster was the truth, ”oh he just got himself a little trim.” “Yeah, and I think he learned some Spanish too.”

11:06 PM
Anonymous said...

Oh no. What does he think about the new 'do?

10:09 AM
Flower Mound Mom said...

LOL His Dad.
He actually says he likes it, but he doesn't know better. He could have come home with a purple mohawk and liked it. Ron, don't get any idea's.
I did feel bad later bc of the way I reacted when I saw him, so I have to keep telling him that I do like his hair (even though I think it looks horrible). Don't get me wrong, he still is a beauty in my eyes, but that hair just doesn't work for him.... If you could have only seen him when he woke up this am with his hair sticking up everywhere..... I decided it was a good day to wear a hat!!

3:28 PM

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