I'm a pretty nice wife. Really, I am. I think I'm about as un-bossy as they come, but I guess we'll let Matt be the final judge on that one. I don't tell Matt what to wear or not to wear, when to shave, or how to wear his hair. So today, when Matt again brought up his desire to give Baxter a buzz cut with his clippers, I didn't go all Bossy Wife on him - you know, the old, "Don't you dare get those things anywhere near my son's head!!" After all, he's his son, too. I don't understand this desire to give one's young son a buzz cut any more than I understand wanting to watch football, but I am pretty sure the two are related. No, instead, I looked at my son's lovely hair and said, feebly, "It'll look so awful when it grows back in."
As I noted over the weekend, the child was long overdue for a haircut. The kids' place we usually go closed down and the one we'd been to before that no longer has the only stylist who did anything decent to their hair. So by today he was begging for a haircut. He looked like this:
(In hindsight, it looks really sweet. Who cares if it was getting caught in his eyelashes?)
So his Daddy got out the clippers and started cutting. I asked under my breath, "You don't know what the hell you're doing, do you?" "Nope!" he said.
When I came back, Baxter looked like this:
And Lyle began to systematically unload the hamper onto Matt's feet like this:
which was just one action in a long string of naughtiness tonight, prompting me to take him out of the room and read Where the Wild Things Are for the first (and second and third times) to him.
When I dared return, Matt was at this stage:
And, finally, voila:
So, tell me, which documentary do you think best suits Baxter's new haircut? Cast your vote today!
a) Eddie Munster: The Boy Beneath the Eyebrows
b) Never Too Young: On Drafting Our Little Boys
c) Aw, Gee, Mom! 50's Values for a New Millennium