All that makes you…
Avery and Mitchell (our twins) were ready for their first “real” haircut at a barber shop. I took them to this great place with an old barber pole so I could get pictures of them next to it. I had heard horror stories of kids screaming when they saw the scissors so we had a talk before about how the barber will only cut their hair and it doesn’t hurt. It is the same way we trim fingernails and not fingers. They were so young I knew I could bribe them with a lollipop if they were good and didn’t cry.
The time came to put one of them in a chair, on the booster and with the cape on. I held the lollipop in front of him and smiled very wide so to set the tone of how NOT scary this is.
Here comes the barber with big silver scissors and prosthetic fingers. Uh huh….like rubber fingers, on his hand and they had turned orange, (I’m guessing from using chemicals for disinfectant.)
I’m trying to not look. Be cool. Normally seeing someone with a prosthetic is not a big deal but he is standing there with scissors and to two, two year old it looks like he accidentally cut off his own fingers!
I am trying so hard to act like this is not happening and trying to distract the boys from pointing and screaming. I am waving the lollipop and saying, “look what I have! When you all done you can have this! I have a FINGER….I MEAN lollipop when you are done!” Then, “He’s almost done with your FINGER…I MEAN HAIR!…”
I turn into Elaine from Seinfeld or Old Christine whenever I get nervous. I could not stop saying finger. Their eyes followed his hands everywhere they went and I finally just unwrapped three lollipops and stuck one in each of our mouths.
(I am reworking my first weeks posts during the weekend. I will have new posts during the week until I figure out my rhythm with WordPress.)