Oh the drama

So we had some high drama over at casa de Mwa today. Summer has finally arrived (26 degrees and I'm already too hot - pathetic, I know) and Jack's long hair was getting too annoying. He was all itchy and sweaty. I offered to cut his hair, and HE AGREED (this is important) so I got the clippers and the scissors out and made him all pretty and ready for summer.

That's what I thought, at least. Apparently, I had made him hideous and he could never go to school again. There were tears. Blame was apportioned (to me). This was all while he was home from school for his lunch, so were kind of on a drama-clock. He was so worried he was going to be laughed at, it was just awful. I managed to calm him down with stories of when I was bald (I was for a bit - it was a fashion choice and I stand by it), and a cola lolly.

He was still shaking when he went back to class, but of course no one laughed at him. Most of the kids never even noticed he got his hair cut because they were too excited. They were about to go play with water guns in the playground and they were all getting into their bathing suits. Which five or six year old is going to take a break from that to laugh at a boy's haircut? A boy's very short and normal haircut at that.

The only comments he got were from adults and they all really liked the haircut. He has now decided he likes it a bit anyway, and I have been forgiven.

I think we're going to have some issues with him when he's a teenager. He's not even five yet and we already have fashion dramas. Actually, if anyone out there knows of a way to make a child worry less about being laughed at, please share! I have tried all kinds of reasoning with him, and nothing has worked so far.

Of course, now that I cut Jack's hair I have to cut Babes' hair, too. Bum. We have a standing argument where he wants me to cut his hair and I tell him to go see a hairdresser. He always, always, always finds a cunning way around this. Only this time he didn't need to, because I provided it for him. Sigh.