So the Boy (he’s 8 — for 3 more weeks) is the only one in this house (well, besides me, on occasion) who has had a Real Haircut in the past decade. He had a trim (with a Free Haircut coupon) at the beginning of September. So, for the past week, I may have *possibly* nagged him a little about his copious neck hair. I’m telling you what, the boy can grow neck hair. So he finally agreed to let me cut his hairs tonight. Which I did.
Into a mullet.
Classic mullet, ala Batesville High School circa 1989. Except no perm in the back. Only mousse to shaggy it up. It was lovely. Truly.
The mullet, which was achieved by using a #3 blade cover in the center section of the back of his head, lasted as long as it took him to show his sisters, who were not as amused as I was by the whole thing. Husband considered taking a photo for posterity, but in his words, “let’s not encourage this.” I think he meant *me*.
Let me assure you that I understand I should not use my kids as a canvas for my own amusement.
I do understand this. But I do it anyway. Because they’re such GOOD canvasses.
So let it be done.
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BAhahahahahaha!!!! I know all about mullets this week. I’m still giving thanks that Marc allowed me to finally cut his hair!!!
BAhahahahahaha!!!! I know all about mullets this week. I’m still giving thanks that Marc allowed me to finally cut his hair!!!
I shouldn’t laugh but I totally did. And then I thought of that video you sent me a long time ago…”Mullet with headlights!” HA HA HA!
I shouldn’t laugh but I totally did. And then I thought of that video you sent me a long time ago…”Mullet with headlights!” HA HA HA!
My kids have always been my favorite toys.
My kids have always been my favorite toys.