23 hours ago
Sunday, February 13, 2011
In Which Connor Gets A Samson Haircut
My child, for those of you who don't know, is kind of like the biblical Samson except instead of storing all of his strength in his hair he stores all of his babyhood. Whenever you chop off his hair, all of that babyhood leaks out and he instantly turns into a much older boy. Then I spend the rest of the day looking for a brick of the appropriate size to tie to his head so he'll slow down and stay my little boy a while longer-- preferably forever.
Can you believe he'll be five in April? I wouldn't believe it myself except we cut his hair today and so now he looks like he's at least two hundred and ten.
Luckily Connor thinks headlocks are funny.
Given the challenge we present I am always amazed at just how well Connor's haircuts turn out, and also by the fact that no one is bleeding at the end of them. We give the poor hair stylist a big tip-- trust me when I say that they've earned it.
I have absolutely no idea what we're going to do once Connor is too big to sit on my lap, but I guess we'll figure that out later! Hopefully that's a few years (and hair cuts) away.