Little man had a baby mullet.
I didn’t want to admit it, but he did. It was short and sweet in the front but cascaded down the back … Like a Kentucky waterfall, I’m told.
The thing is, I couldn’t bring myself to cut it. I bought some hair-cutting shears, plopped him down in front of me on a stool, held his soft golden locks between my fingers, and picked up the newly purchased scissors.
And I couldn’t bring myself to snip.
Oh! His sweet baby hairs! How could I let them go!?
I let him run off to play and told myself lies about how it was fine if he had a mullet. He was a baby and could totes pull it off. Right?
The spouse, who was disappointed to see a party-in-the-back of my son’s head after the failed trim attempt, told me to take him to a salon or he would cut it himself.
And so to Cool Cuts 4 Kids we went.
I was a little skeptical of the place at first, but my happy dude had a blast. He rode in a train car, rang a bell and watched Sesame Street while a cheery stylist fluttered around his head with surprising speed and agility.
In a matter of minutes, hundreds of tiny blonde hairs surrounded him on the floor and my tiny guy had a proper cut.
Now, this is going to come as a surprise: I didn’t cry. I know. Who’s tough? This mom.
I did, however, request that they keep a lock of it for me (it’s in a bag I’ll save forever).
Here’s the sweet boy all ready for his first haircut! I just had capture one last shot of his long locks pre-chop.
Here’s to his first cut! He’s just growing up too fast!