Jane and I went on a "mother daughter date" tonight. We ate at Sensuous Sandwich for dinner and then I took her to get her hair cut. The last time I cut her hair it was okay, but honestly nobody should really let me cut their hair, ever.
My kids don't really have a whole lot of choice in the matter however. I usually just corner them with scissors or the buzzers and hold them down. Josh calls this the "hurty hair cut" because one time I accidentally nicked his ear. What, it could happen to anyone. Though, I am trying to remember that these "hair cuts" will live on in legend and in song, not to mention in pictures over the years. I should either get some practice or take them to someone who knows what they are doing. Hmm.
On the other hand, a bad hair cut seems to be a rite of passage of childhood, it makes kids more empathetic to those around them, no?
Clearly I had deep empathy for other people's suffering as a child.