Yesterday Mom cut the boys' hair. For Marcus, this was a rather traumatic experience.
"Marcus, I'm going to cut your hair!" Mom said cheerfully.
Marcus clutched at his hair. "No!"
"Big boys get their hair cut," said Mom.
Marcus looked at Mom, looked at his dirty diaper, and looked back up at her.
"No!" He really didn't want it cut!
I had to hold Marcus while Mom cut his hair. He was sniffling, poor thing! He kept burying his head on my shoulder like an ostrich sticking its head underground. Actually, I think he would rather have liked to be an ostrich. I doubt that they get haircuts.
Finally his hair was all cut. Marcus clung to be desperately. Mom pried him off me and brought him to a mirror. She said he looked handsome.
Suddenly Marcus smiled a big huge grin. "Ya, ya!"
He ran off to show Will, Nick, and Addie, and later Ben when he got back from football.
He is now very proud of his haircut.
Did you know that hair is really sharp? I walked through the craft room (where the haircutting took place) and it felt like I stepped on a piece of glass. That was odd. As a rule, dishes are not allowed downstairs. Much less glass ones. I shook if off and went to work on school. There it was again, that random poking feeling of death. I looked and looked at my foot and couldn't figure it out. Finally I found it- a tiny bit of William's hair poking it!
Later I walked through the craft room again (barefoot, as per usual, and obviously not thinking about what happened earlier) and I got a long bit of hair poke me.
LESSON OF THE DAY: Clean up freshly cut hair before it stabs people's feet.
I hope that that was random enough for the Night Of Random Long Posts.
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