About 1 1/2 weeks ago, Tommy got to thinking about a haircut. That's not so odd. He didn't wait for me to help him. That's also not odd. Jared heard the clippers going and ran to the bathroom to observe Tommy's efforts. The conversation went something like this:
Jared: "Daddy, whatcha doin?"
Tommy: "Cuttin' my hair"
Jared: "You cuttin' it like mine?"
Tommy: "I think I will, son!"
Jared: "Good, I like that."
So Tommy cut a mohawk. He left about 1/8 inch of hair on the sides,...so it was a little odd for me. I couldn't bring myself to say "I like that honey!"...yeah those words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. I helped him get his lines straight and then just happened to mention it at Walmart to the girl we know who cuts hair there....she helped straighten it more and offered me job. HAH!
A day or two later, Tommy gets his razor out and while he shaves his face, he decides to shave the sides of his head too. That made his mohawk look better in my opinion. I guess I can admit it was growing on me. He even went to church this past Sunday with that mohawk. Some people didn't even recognize him. That's funny.
Life goes on, I figured the mohawk would gradually change shape a bit and in time it would be as common to me as Manti's hair is. Evidently, Tommy wasn't quite done cutting his hair. See what you think!
Now tell me,....is my blog post titled appropriately?
Yep, I must admit the title fits!
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