Right now, as I’m typing this (3:54 pm Monday) “the boy” is getting a HAIRCUT. We’ve had enough. I’ve been on his side with the hair thing, told him he could have it long if it was kept nice, but he still chose to blow dry it, frizz it out and walk around looking like azz.
Saturday, he came home with it all straightened out. IT LOOKED RIDICULOUS! That was the LAST straw. Hubby came home from work early today and told him “today’s the day”. He had asked us yesterday if he could wait until after Thursday, because then he’d be out of school. We would have considered it had we not found his instant message traffic about how “stupid his parents are for making him get it cut”
OOOPS, WRONG ANSWER BUDDY! So not cool.
Do your son and my son happen to know each other? We just went through the exact same thing with the hair. Must be contagious!