I’ve been fired. Yep, fired from giving Jason his free, at-home, do-it-yourself haircuts with the clippers purchased from Target. Seems that when the guard flies off in mid-cut, it leaves a pretty noticeable bald stripe…kinda like a miniature runway. Jason’s runway just so happened to be right up the middle of the back of his head. I actually thought it was a great way to make a statement a la Extreme Makeover. He, however, did not want to sport the runway as the next big metrosexual must-have.
So, the only other choice I had was to go back around and cut it all off. Yep, all of it. So, we’re just now starting to feel the chill in the Kansas City air, and my hubby is running around bald as a billiard ball with a glowing white scalp to boot. I keep telling him he’s going to start a trend, but it didn’t help solidify his confidence when Marissa, our 6-year-old, piped up that, “Daddy needs a wig.” I told her if she didn’t want Mommy to cut her hair next, she’d let the whole wig thing go.
To top things off, he wanted this haircut because his new boss was coming in from out of town to meet him, so he wanted to look sharp. Mission accomplished. Well, he looks memorable, and what more could you want when meeting the new boss for the first time?