I’m in love with the little curls at the back of my little boy’s head.
And his dad has a limited amount of hair, which seems to be decreasing in volume just ever so slightly over time (..ahem..).Â So we figured, let him grow it, it will be one of the only times in his life he can have nice long hair and not have a care / worry about it.
He has asked quite a few times when seeing me do my hair in the morning, if he could “please have a hair clip too?”.Â Which of course, I’m happy to oblige with.Â Issue is, he most definitely wants to be able to see it in the mirror when he inspects it, so it ends up front and centre.Â Which he doesn’t mind at all.Â But perhaps won’t go down too well when he is a little older.
And it is getting towards summer, which here in Brisvegas, Australia, can be a pretty hot and sticky affair.
So we decided on a cut.Â Which was yesterday.Â We went as a family to the salon for the big affair.Â He sat in the chair and watched while his dad had his hair cut, drank his apple juice (special treat from the lady at the salon), and waited patiently.Â Then sat as still as a statue while she cut his, moving only his mouth to ask, “Mum, what she doing??” repeatedly.
I couldn’t bear to see too much cut off, so we opted for a trim to keep it out of the eyes at the front and just a little off at the back.
The result: a lovely Mullet.Â As my sister said, “Business at the front…. Party in the back!!”.
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