I took Declan to get a much needed haircut today and let’s make no bones about it. The chick at Great Clips ignored what I asked her to do and while I won’t go so far as to say she fucked up – like I said, it’s not what I asked her to do – and some parts of Declan’s hair looks – well – uneven and f-u-n-k-y. But since Bryan continues to ban me from going back to cutting Declan’s hair for the good of my blood pressure, I am living with it and looking for a new (cheap) place to get his haircuts. In the meantime, I played with some hair spray after his bath tonight. And while I think there is something fundamentally wrong with putting product in a 4 year old’s hair, to achieve the below is impossible without it because the boy has pretty much inherited my hair shaft (i.e. flat and lifeless).
What I want to know is where my little nerd-in-training went, and who this little punk rocker who has inhabited his body is. Never mind, he can hang around for a little while. I bet he’s a blast to go to concerts with.