I hear thy name being whispered in my ear. I hear the sound of your alluring name flowing through the house like wine today.
Why is “Suck Up” visiting me today? Because yesterday afternoon, my seven-year-old son decided to take a pair of safety scissors and shear huge gaps into his gorgeous hair. I went from shock, to pure horror, to outrage in under a minute. Furious did not begin to cover it. My mind was jumping to all sorts of conclusions as to HOW he managed to butcher his hair the way he did, and none of them were pretty. It didn’t help that every time I pointed at his head and asked, “What did you do?” I got either “Nothing” or “I don’t know” as a response, which only fueled my anger even more. He finally put his little fingers together and said, “Orange. I used the orange… <insert incoherent mumbling>.” That’s when it clicked that he used his safety scissors that came home with him the last day of school.
I know, it’s just hair and it’ll grow back. I can only say that I am VERY thankful that this happened now, during the summer, rather than mid-school year. Fortunately, a couple of weekends ago, we bought him a Spider-Man baseball cap for a quarter at a yard sale (looks brand new), so every time we leave the house until his hair grows back that cap will be on his head.
He’s already gotten up this morning, ran his hand over his hair (which is buzzed nearly to the scalp and you can STILL see the lines from his hack job in it), and said, “See, my hair is growing. You go to sleep and your hair grows.” <face meet palm> He later comes up and tells me that he needs to wash his hair a whole bunch of times because “shampoo makes your hair grow.”
Now, he’s in full suck up mode. He’s hauling dirty dishes to the kitchen (without being asked), continuously asking if I need my shoulders rubbed. *sigh*
Ah, the perils of being a mother.
Heather
