As a little boy whose hair grows so fast I can actually watch it, we have to head to the local cuttery every few weeks for one of the few mother and son experiences I seriously dread.
I realize comparing the experience to Linda Blair's head spinning performance in The Exorcist is hackneyed, but that is the clearest comparison I can draw.
He screams, he spins his head in every possible and impossible direction, and I have witnessed stuff come out of his mouth. It's awful and I always tip the poor hairologist 150%. (Again, feel free to revive my husband if you are near him.....we are in a recession).
It is so bad I am about to refuse going altogether and either go for the Slash look (he's got some curls), or rest the responsibility solely on my husband's shoulders.
In the meantime, does anyone have any suggestions for survival????
I'm 32, a dad, and I am not a douchebag...
6 years ago