Making the Cut

When I told Chris a while back that I thought it was time to get Robert's hair cut, he said he wanted to take him. I said, "Ok, you can come with us." He said he wanted to take him by himself. A sort of father/son bonding thing I guess. I keep telling him he's a lucky man because not many mama's would entrust such an important milestone to daddy.

I did have several stipulations and assured Chris he would be in trouble if they were not met. 1) He'd better not bring back a bald baby or get him a buzz cut and 2) he must take at least one picture. If he was asked to hold Robert for the haircut, then he was required to ask someone else to take the picture.

He insisted that Robert's first cut should be from a barber at a barbershop, not a stylist or a woman. So he asked around at work (since he's been shaving his own head for 10+ years now and has no clue where a good barber is) and was told to go see Henry.

Robert got to sit in a firetruck and Henry got him all set up with a new big boy 'do. Chris said he did great. His only problem was he couldn't reach the steering wheel and kept slumping off the seat trying to get to it. He even let Henry use the clippers on him.

Daddy did a good job. I have a picture to document the occasion and Robert still has some hair.