Bald, Like Grandaddy

Max has been needing a haircut for a while now, and for one reason or another we just haven't gotten it done. But today, after story time at Barnes & Noble and after lunch, with Max happy and tired to the point of utter compliance, I decided to pop into a place in the mall that could take him immediately. The lady sat Max up like a little prince in her chair and the following ensued:

Lady: What do you want to do today?

Me: Just trim it up and make him look like a little boy.

Lady: Will the clippers bother him?

Me (thinking she meant to use them for cleaning up the edges): No, not at all.

Lady: Good. This way it will not be too short and will not be too long.

[The next thing I knew, the lady had the clippers in hand and was going right up the middle of Max's head, and I realized she could have left off the first part of her last statement entirely].

Me: GASP!

Lady: It will look very nice.

Weston (a few minutes later, watching with delight as piles of hair hit the floor): MOM! MAX IS GOING TO BE BALD! HE'S GOING TO LOOK JUST LIKE GRANDADDY!

I'll say this: the boy will certainly not be getting too hot this summer because he has too much hair! Still, he is a cutie-patootie, if you ask me!