I'm brushing up on my Latin for this post. My mom, amateur hairdresser she is, attempted to give Sojo a haircut under my direction. Shorter! I cried, tiring of the bangs hanging in his eyes and sweating up his forehead.
After last week's 90 degree temperatures, I foresaw a summer of damp hair clinging to his forehead. Truthfully, it would probably drive me nuts more than it would him.
This boy has got some head of hair. Mothers of daughters are always expressing mild jealousy at his thick mop head, as well as his natural highlights, which I've been told (jealous-ly, again) one cannot get from a bottle. I've had to cut his hair no less than 7 times since he was about 9 months old--it just grows that fast. It's exhausting, I tell you, since he HATES haircuts. Buzzers, scissors, just say the words and he's whining.
Well, I should have stopped before I said "shorter" to my mom.
Every time I look at him, I think he's channeling Mia Farrow from Rosemary's Baby.
No, I didn't say "the devil baby" from that movie. :)
Or he's just rockin' a Julius Caesar cut with those bangs. At least by the time we go on vacation, it will have grown in a bit. I had wanted to buzz it down to about an inch long, but like I said, he's terrified Mr. Geek's hair buzzer. It's also a bit uneven in the front from all the scooching around he does, trying to avoid a haircut.
So did I go to short? Or am I just not used to seeing him without bangs?