On a recent trip to the grocery store (in which the boys were in tow), a nice old lady commented to The Wife at what beautiful blond hair our little GIRL had. The Wife just smiled and corrected the sweet old lady with a gentle word and a slight chuckle. Upon returning home, she informed me that The Subsequent child was mistaken for a girl….again.
It must be time for a haircut.
We aren’t big on haircuts around here. My philosophy is this…
Somewhere in the neighborhood of 12 or 13 years of age, the boys will have to start working for a living. (The Wife says more like 16, but we’ll see about that…) So once they are in the working world they will have to look clean, neat, and professional for the rest of their lives, so for now…let the hair go. Who cares?
But as you can tell from the picture above, all the boys (including yours truly) could use at least a trim. Between the mistaken gender, The Firstborn’s mullet development, and my having to wear a hat everyday to keep the hair under control, it was probably a good idea.
And just as a side note:
The last time I cut my hair was July 3, 2009. I won a $10 bet by not cutting it for 6 months. As for the beard, I shaved 20 minutes before this picture was taken.