This past Sunday night, I gave Gus his second haircut. Naturally this made me think about the first time Gus got his haircut.
Back in January, we decided that it was time for Gus to get his first haircut. Or to be more accurate – Gus decided. As his hair grew long and it started to fall into his eyes, and hang over his collar, Emily and I asked Gus whether he thought it was time for a haircut. Gus would grab some of his hair and look at us, and say, “yeah.”
So we made an appointment at Kid’s Hair – the least creative name ever – for Gus to have his ears lowered.
And it went . . . about as well as could be expected. When Gus got into the chair, he was all smiles as he got the apron tied around his neck. And from there, it kind of went downhill a bit. Gus was not a fan of having his hair wet by the spray bottle, and was not exactly sure about the whole experience of having his hair trimmed. Fortunately, he hung in there and emerged a new baby, with a new haircut. 
Forward almost six months – and once again it seemed that Gus was in need of another trim. He was dangerously close to emulating his Uncle Jesse’s favored hairstyle – hockey hair, which is known by other names – most commonly, the mullet.
Rather than return to Kid’s Hair, we decided to give Gus a home haircut, and somehow it was determined that I was going to be the one wielding the scissors. I was very nervous that I would inadvertently end up giving Gus a circa-1989 Emo Phillips ‘do, but by some minor miracle, it ended up ok.
At least, my customer seemed satisfied.
2 comments:
And there were NO tears like the first time! Gus man had a lot of trust and faith in his daddy. I think Kevin should become the official family hair stylist.
Great story and I think that Gus found his "favorite" barber!
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