Mark has been talking about how much Finn needed a haircut, even threatening to take him to his barber himself. And I'll admit, it had gotten a little long. But oh, those curls! Maybe I'm living vicariously through his beautiful (real) blonde curls. Anyway, I took him after school on Tuesday to get his haircut. He went without a fight, but insisted on sitting in my lap for the haircut. I popped a sucker in his mouth and told the lady cutting his hair that she had until he finished that lollipop to cut his hair, then we were done, whether she was or not. Because of the mere fact that I am blogging about it, the results were not what I had hoped for. Obviously, the words "just a little trim" mean something different to everyone. Well, Finn had fun and was proud of his new do. I texted Mark the following picture . . .
Doesn't he look like a freshly shorn poodle?
Mark responded that he thought he was channeling Ralphie . . .
minus the glasses.
You be the judge. But please, don't tell me how I shouldn't have cut his hair in the first place. Because I'm pretty sure the curls are here to stay. Besides, there may be a spot in A Christmas Story II in our near future.
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