Entry FeedThis morning I cut Daughter's hair, at home on the front steps.
I took my sharpest scissors, wrapped a towel around her shoulders and secured it with a kitchen clip. I got a hair clip, a comb, and a glass of warm water, and I tried my best to play hairdresser.
She has needed a hair cut for a while, but sees her grandfather take the boys to the barber and come back with really short hair. It scares her. She is black and white in her gender roles, and as a girl believes she needs long hair (NOTE: the boys are currently both on strike from the barber, so soon she may become confused.)
I cut her bangs once, and now she thinks that I am a hairdresser. I have spent exactly zero hours in a hairdressing school, but part of her gender biases also include her belief that all women can cut hair (she doesn't understand why I don't ask Nana to cut mine).
I managed a little trim with some sharp sewing scissors, mostly to clean up her ends which were starting to look a little scraggly. It took half an hour! She kept moving. While I still think $25 for a kids haircut is a little steep, I am starting to think that they do earn their money.