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October 25, 2005
Six Bits
Took WildChild to get a haircut yesterday, and he was surprisingly good. He has this thing about people touching his hair, even when he was a baby. To wash his hair is a major ordeal, replete with screaming, crying, fighting....almost every time. The other night I got him to agree to let me wash his hair without a fight by telling him that he had so many leaves in his hair (from playing in a big leaf pile earlier), he looked like a tree. He didn't want tree hair, he said, and actually let me wash it without complaint.
Getting a haircut usually isn't much different. But the last time, he'd wanted to get his hair cut like his dad's, so he didn't put up much of a fuss. And he agreed yesterday he needed a trim, so away we went. But he started to whimper when the stylist made the first pass with the clippers, and I thought oh crap here we go. The stylist explained that she wasn't going to hurt him and showed him how the clippers just cut his hair. He settled down and she started cutting again. Then he started to giggle. "Hey Ma! I like this! I like getting my haircut!"
Yes! Finally! He started chattering away to the stylist as she cut his hair, happy as a clam. She got called away to the phone and I was trying to keep him entertained & in the chair (yeah thanks so much for that lady). Suddenly he got quiet for a few minutes and then said "Ma? You gonna be all right?"
"Yes," I replied solemnly. "I think I am."
"Me too," he said. "I like getting my hair cut."
We were sitting in McDonald's later (his reward for being good), and this little girl started flirting with him. "Ma, why is that little girl talking to me?" he asked.
"Oh I don't know, maybe she likes your face," I told him.
"Naw," he said confidently. "She likes my new haircut."
I think he's starting to figure it out.
Posted by Rita at October 25, 2005 08:54 AM