Entry FeedToday is picture day for the boys. Since Son Two cut his own hair a few weeks ago, and I wasn't allowed to have it "fixed," I had resolved myself to interesting school photos this year. A picture that we would some day look back on and laugh about, or that would end up on Ellen's bad school photo collage.
However, this morning, I gave Son Two the option of going to get his hair cut before picture day. As he has now been moved to afternoons, it was possible. I even talked Daughter into getting hers done, to help even out her "I cut my own hair and Daddy says he likes it!" nightmare.
Both of them fought me into the chair. Daughter ended up sliding out and crying so much that I just said, "forget it!"
However, Son Two did get a wonderful new haircut for his picture day. Now I just have to find some pants without holes in the knees for him to wear.
Now that I think about it, wouldn't it have been really funny to have him with his "I cut my bangs myself" look and holey pants for the class picture? All of the parents could have been scandalized about that poor boy with bad clothes and hair who was so obviously neglected.
I wonder if I forget to wash his face after his lunch if his teacher would clean him up?