Best Part and Worst Part of the Day-I attempted to give Liam a pleasant springtime buzz cut and ended up shaving his head bald. Doh. (Serious novice with the clippers...) Midway through the transformation Scarlet was a cliched grade schooler as she was pointing at him and laughing her head off while yelling out her stream of conscious thoughts: "Oh my!" "What is going on here?!" "Give him a mohawk, Mom!" I was closeting how freaked out I was (Parenting 101--yes, closet many, many fears) as it was bald, bald, bald. Also I didn't want this incident to be the root cause of his self-consciousness of looks (or specifically hair) in years to come. Perhaps it didn't help as his beloved sibling spat out her drink laughing at his expense.
Thank heavens he loved the new look and was highly amped up as he ran from mirror to mirror checking out the astonishingly shorn do. Then he was the one laughing--thankfully with glee. (whew) Scarlet was equally as excited and telling him how cool this haircut is. (double whew.) She even kept rubbing his scalp for luck and even said his head smelled great. It does. Why is that?
So my baby boy could be a dead ringer for a mini member of the Latin Kings, or a skinhead, BUT truly he is way too smiling to be a hater. Much more like Dalai Lama on magic mushrooms. A cheerfully inquisitive pacifist. Who needs hair?
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After Wes' buzz cut - we were walking down the stairs at the school Q does speech path at and there were five moms all looking at us. At first I couldn't figure out the look they all had on their faces as they lightly cheered him coming down the stairs. Then as we rounded the corner I realized "they think my child has cancer." Yes - it was the look of pity, empathy and thank god it's not my child on EACH face. Sigh. Erik will be pleased to note that someone else has trouble with the clippers.
I know the look exactly. And yes, definitely trouble with the clippers...
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