I have always cut Cole's hair. Except for a few times when we took him to "snip-ity-doo-da" which was a nice little shop where he could sit on a carousel horse and watch a kids movie while getting his hair cut. I have a hard time justifying paying $20 to get a child's hair cut and, to be honest, I like doing it. Plus, I think I was doing a pretty good job of it--until tonight.
I now know why barbers were once considered surgeons.
While working my way around his head with comb and scissors, I was near his ear about to make a cut and he moved his head. My shears came down and swiftly cut a little 'V' in the soft outer part of his ear.
I stopped immediately, knowing what I had just done. He looked up at me with these pleading eyes wondering why I had just sliced open his ear and then started wailing (justifiably so). At this moment I feel like the biggest jerk of all time.
The miracle in all of this is that he calmed down, and after stopping the bleeding and getting an Oscar the Grouch band aid on the wound, he let me finish the cut. What a man.
I think all the money we have been saving in hair cuts will probably go to cosmetic surgery. We will have to see how the gash heals. The only good that can come of this is that he now knows how sensitive his ears are to pain and will hopefully forgo any future plans to pierce his ears.
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I'm encouraged to know that I'm not the only dad to "leave a mark" on my son's head. About a week ago, I accidentally knocked a bottle Johnson & Johnson's baby shampoo off of the ledge and directly upon Simeon's head, leaving a small cut. He too, recovered quickly and we finished his bath — business as usual.
After I dried, changed, and dressed him, I told Sarah about what had happened. She saw the tiny cut, and wisked him away from me. I tried selling it to her as: it's dad's job to be a hazard to toughen up little boys. I'm pretty sure she's not buying it.
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