Last Thursday evening I decided I was tired of looking at Connor's hair sticking up all over his head (it truly looked as if he had stuck his finger in a light socket), so I got out the clippers and trimmed his hair. The entire time I was cutting his hair, he begged me to cut it all off like daddy's. (He has gotten really good at knowing when is just the right time to call Richard daddy to insure he gets what he wants.) Actually what he said was, "I need to be baud so I wook more wike daddy (thus the need for speech therapy)." I refused - we finished the hair cut - and I thought that was the end of it. The next day after we got home from school, he told me there were still some long hairs and we needed to go back over it - I fell for it and out came the clippers. I put the five guard on and start trimming the few long hairs which were really there. About that time, Mason comes into the bathroom and starts bothering me about wanting to play the Wii - I turn around to tell him to give me a minute to finish the haircut and - you guessed it - that's when Connor chose to make his move. 
He grabbed the clippers, knocked the guard off, and ran the clippers all the way across the top of his head. I screamed, he looked scared but pleased with himself, and Mason started laughing - which got Reagan who was observing from the bathroom floor to laughing also. I laughed, then cried, then laughed some more. I guess it justs goes to show that when he wants to "look kool wike daddy" - no one is going to stop him. By the way, the clippers are now on a high shelf in the linen closet because there is not a doubt in my mind that he now considers himself a licensed barber and wouldn't think twice about doing it again - he might even think about practicing on Reagan and the little hair she has managed to accumulate.
P.S. - Did I mention he had basketball pictures, Little Panther Pictures, his class picture, and his spring pictures all in the next two weeks? I am choosing to look at it as an opportunity to make wonderful memories for the future - rather than think about all his beautiful hair on the bathroom floor.
Once again - never a dull moment around the Meisel house.
He grabbed the clippers, knocked the guard off, and ran the clippers all the way across the top of his head. I screamed, he looked scared but pleased with himself, and Mason started laughing - which got Reagan who was observing from the bathroom floor to laughing also. I laughed, then cried, then laughed some more. I guess it justs goes to show that when he wants to "look kool wike daddy" - no one is going to stop him. By the way, the clippers are now on a high shelf in the linen closet because there is not a doubt in my mind that he now considers himself a licensed barber and wouldn't think twice about doing it again - he might even think about practicing on Reagan and the little hair she has managed to accumulate.P.S. - Did I mention he had basketball pictures, Little Panther Pictures, his class picture, and his spring pictures all in the next two weeks? I am choosing to look at it as an opportunity to make wonderful memories for the future - rather than think about all his beautiful hair on the bathroom floor.
Once again - never a dull moment around the Meisel house.
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