A couple nights ago, we gave our boy a haircut. He was born with a full head of hair, and it was the first thing anyone mentions when they saw a photo of him. But the hair has been starting to cover his eyes for a couple weeks. It was well overdue, even though we’ve been loathe to cut it.
Like all good parents, we googled “how to cut infant hair”, parked our daughter in front of the Peppa Pig Show, and took a bunch of photos. After the preliminaries were completed, we took the little guy to the bathroom, and my wife wet his hair as I held him up. Then we started hacking away. As a baby, he kept twisting and turning, which made clean cuts difficult. He soon got tired of the situation and started fussing, making clean cuts impossible.
Soon there wasn’t much else to do. We had obliterated the lovely hairdo that he’s unknowingly flaunted his entire life. My wife and I giggled at how badly we did. For a moment we were young lovers again, who just finished a new adventure.