A year ago, Charlie and I just weren’t sure what we were going to do with Little Man’s hair. Then, when the pandemic hit, there was no reason to take him to a barber. Also, I knew if we got it cut, he would no longer seem like a baby. Instead, he would look like a big boy. I wasn’t ready. He’s two now. His hair is long, and he is handsome. We are almost ready to cut it. (It feels safer to be out and about, and his first haircut will clearly be a family affair. So, in truth, we will probably get in cut soon!)
Until then, for a little boy with long hair, the comments and questions pour in…
“He needs a haircut,” person-who-will-not-be-named.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because his hair is in his face.”
“It’s usually pulled back in a pony. I just haven’t done it yet today.” One. The person that said this knows perfectly well we send him to daycare every day with his hair in a manbun. Two. Cut me some slack. It’s probably 9 or 10 in the morning on a weekend. Regardless, I grab a rubber band and pull up Little Man’s hair.
“He needs a haircut,” a different-person-who-will-not-be-named.
“Why?” I ask.
“He looks like a girl with long hair.”
My response, “And?”
I can be on board with having hair that looks brush and well-kept. I can support hair that is out of a child’s face. But, really? The whole boy/girl thing? No, thanks.