My son has gorgeous hair.
It’s all golden and licks around his temples and the nape of his neck and even though it’s slightly too long, I think it really suits him.
Opinions are divided on it. Grandma and nana aren’t so sure. If I had a pound for every “ooo Danny, you do need a trim” said to him but clearly aimed in my direction, I’d be a wealthy woman.
It’s an absolute nightmare to control in the mornings when we get ready for school. It takes twice as long to sort his mop out than it does his sister. There is usually some form of food in there that needs combing out and on more than one occassion we have left the house without actually brushing it.
Still, he still manages to work the look to great effect. This is not something he ever got from me.
Anyway, tomorrow it will be no more.
Daddy is taking him to the hairdresser (I just can’t bring myself to do it. Plus if it goes wrong I have someone else to blame) and Daniel has said he wants it ‘spiked’.
I can’t look, I just can’t look.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who gets this upset over a bloody haircut!