Tuesday, November 27, 2012

A Short Haircut


It's been a while since my last post, but I felt the need to update the world on the latest happenings in my home. This week, Josh got a haircut. A little trim. He looks pretty handsome. And boy, did that haircut ever make me pleased. So Josh had been occupying himself upstairs while I was on the phone (it always happens when we are on the phone, right?) and when he came down he had this sweet little smile on his face. I thought it was because of his outfit, but it only took me a couple seconds to see what his smile was really about. I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from laughing, because you're not supposed to laugh at this sort of thing, are you? I kept my cool and made reference to him wanting a short haircut. He thought it was funny, until he realized that I was serious. If he wanted a short haircut, I'd be more than happy to give him one. I didn't think too long about it and proceeded to march him into the kitchen so I could cut the rest of it for him. Josh proceeded to scream and cry that he didn't want a short hair cut. Well, he should've thought about that before. And I couldn't help but be pleased with my undelayed reaction.


3 comments:

Martha said...

I was glad to see him smiling yesterday. :)

Rachel said...

Good thing hair grows! It sounds like you handled it very well. I'm sure that will be the last time he cuts his own hair. Now lets hope he doesn't decide to give his little brother one some day... :)

Kaitlin said...

He'll never cut his own hair again. You are amazing. And it will grow back.