This weekend our little rocket man hit another milestone…his first haircut. He didn’t have loads of hair, but there was a definite mullet-esque look appearing! Of course in my head I imagined us all in a TV movie, smiling and laughing, as his baby curls were trimmed. Why do I never learn?
All was calm to begin with, as he happily listened to the clippers and hairdryers. But as soon as he realised he would be on the receiving end of some scissor-action, his mood took a definite turn for the worse.
To mark this latest milestone, I thought I’d do something different. So Hubster and I have collaborated on a little poem to share the haircutting experience. Well, you’ve got to keep your humour haven’t you?!
A snip in time
Our little boy, whose wispy locks
Were long and wild and free,
Had begun to look like Einstein
When his hair contained his tea.
One day last week we all agreed
The time to trim was nigh.
So we went off to the barbers
With all our spirits high.
Upon arrival all was calm,
We sat to wait our turn.
But when it came, t’was obvious
His face was rather stern.
He sat down square on Daddy’s lap
And both put on a cape.
But when the scissors snip, snip, snipped
Sweet baby boy went ape.
He wriggled, writhed and gnashed his teeth
And showed us his despair.
Right there and then, we understood
His attachment to his hair.
The lady barber did her best
To aim at hair, not skin.
And somehow cut it neatly
Despite our toddler’s din.
We’ve recovered from the trauma
And Tutti’s looking swell
But will he grow to love a trim?
Well only time will tell.
How did your children react to their first haircut? Have you had any experiences you thought would go well, but turned into a drama?