The Bad Haircut

Simi just got the worst haircut on the planet.

Simi and Asher have been in need of a hair cut for a while now. With all the extra stuff going on during the holidays, I haven't had a chance to make an appointment where I normally take them. Simi's hair is so long, it was in his eyes. So, a few days ago, while Simi and I were out running errands, we found ourselves near one of those "no appointment needed", "walk in and get your hair cut for cheap" places.

"Simi", I said, "Would you like to get your hair cut while we're here?",

"No" Simi replied. "I like it just the way it is."

"Come on, let's get your hair cut. You need it." Into the store we went.

The stylist asked how we wanted it cut. "A trim", I said. "Just keep the same shape but make it a bit shorter." To my horror, she got out the buzz cutter and started shaving Simi's head. As I was watching the "hair stylist" do her thing, I was reminded of all those horrible haircuts I got as a child. I'd ask the hair stylist for a trim and I'd walk out with the shortest hair imaginable. I remember crying and crying and crying after each terrible hair cut. And here I was, inflicting the same sort of punishment on my own child. I cringed with each stroke of her hand.

As I was watching, I kept thinking that perhaps it wouldn't look so bad, that the change in hair styles might be a refreshing one. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but it wasn't meant to be. It really and truly is a crappy haircut. Deep, deep sigh.

I'm pretty sure we won't be going back there.

At least Asher escaped the trauma. I'll make sure to take Asher to our regular hair stylist.