Because I can’t find my camera cord, you’re not getting pictures of the Still Unnamed Kitten today. I’m hoping for tomorrow. Today you get a tale of treachery gone awry.
Kiddo4 hates having his hair cut. His first haircut went really well, but his second one — not so much. I snipped one little bit off and he started to sob. “Put it back! Put it back!” So I had to dutifully pretend to put it back on his head, and from then on, whenever his hair has gotten down to his ankles, I’ve had to resort to foul treachery.
That’s an old picture, but still. And it’s always worked out fine, except for the times he’s awakened when I rolled him over to get the second side, and for several hours he’s walked around wearing half a haircut.
And he never questioned it even when he found the fistful of hair in the garbage can. I guess he figured hair just sheds.
Ah, but now he’s going to school.
I cut his hair on the 8th of January after he had developed an amazing resemblance to Cousin Itt.
He didn’t seem to care. (Please note: I’m posting this now without the AFTER picture in an attempt to magically make the camera cord reappear.)
On Tuesday, after I took him home from preschool, he said to me, “Do I have a haircut?”
It hadn’t occurred to me that half the reason he didn’t object to these sleep-shearings was that no one ever mentioned them to him. If they said anything at all, they said it to me. Ah, but now he’s going to school, and people are talking directly to him. “Oh, Kiddo4, when did you get that haircut?” “Hey, Kiddo4, nice haircut! Did you get that over Christmas vacation?”
Suddenly he needs to respond to a change in something he can’t see. And thus, after four days of this, he started asking and asking, accusingly at the dinner table, “Did I get a haircut at vacation?”
Mom’s treachery has been discovered. Sort-of. I’m still not sure he understands what I did to him, but he knows I did something, and he’s pretty sure if he could figure out what it was, he wouldn’t like it very much.