One of the advantages of living in a walled condominium is the freedom that the boys have. E., at six, and R., at almost four, head out the door sometimes as early as six in the morning. They play guitar under the tree, kick a soccer ball, collect rocks and sticks.
The freedom has its disadvantages, too, though. These involve the sometimes questionable judgment of a six- and four-year old.
Yesterday, R. came home looking a little uneven.
Any attempts to play off his strange appearance were foiled by the large pile of brownish blond curls by the side of the driveway.
Apparently another 6-year old in the condominium had, at R.'s urging, taken a pair of scissors to R.'s locks. (The friend had obviously done some experimenting on himself as well, evidenced by several bald patches on his own head.)
R.'s curls disguised the damage pretty well until this morning. After a night of sleeping on it, though, it was clear we'd have to do something about the situation.
I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me sad to say goodbye to R.'s beautiful curls.
Then again, it's only hair.
6 comments:
That was the age your grandmother was when she became the subject of a similar experiment. When her parents saw the results, they said to the parents of the perpetrator, "Are we supposed to laugh or cry?"
When does Ju get his buzzcut? After that I think it's your turn, El.
Vixe! It's a new R.!
Yay! Another victim of the Dan Imaizumi School of Haircutting!
Mom--Laugh. And cry.
Erin, not Ju! And once was enough for me...
Right, Jess? Who hasn't fallen victim at one time or another?
AkuTyger--think he'll start a new trend in G3?
Fascinating that R. assumed control over his hair, and at the same time, respected a likely rule about not handling sharp scissors. Testing, testing, looking for the shades of gray. He's magnificent before, after, and in-between.
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