At church on Sunday, Tad was creating quite a stir. And I’m not just talking about the loud, piercing screams that he loves to produce at the most inappropriate moments. I’m talking about the MANY people that stopped in the hall as they walked by us and commented on how long Tad’s hair at gotten. The remarks ranged from the blunt “You’ve GOT TO cut that kid’s hair!” to the more subtle “Oh, look at that cute little mangy mullet he’s growing.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I KNOW that he needs a hair cut. But the thing is, I don’t know HOW to cut a little boy’s hair, and I’m NOT about to pay someone to do it.
Thankfully, a dear friend, Cheryl Underly, came to my rescue yesterday. Her husband had been standing near me and the Tadster in the hall and overheard many of the remarks. He proactively suggested that his wife call and help me give little Goldilocks a trim.
I’m loving his new “little man” do, but I’m not ready for him to grow up.
He looks a lot like pictures of my dad when he was this age, I think …
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I KNOW that if I’m not complaining about how much trouble the little guy is, I’m complaining that he’s growing up too quickly. 🙂
