Tale of Finn's hair

After school one day, Finn said "I need my hair cut. It's getting in my eyes".

Normally I give his hair a little trim and send him on his way.

On this particular day, I was feeling rather adventerous. I wondered what Finn would look like if we got his hair cut like Ollie's. I got a hair clip from my room and pinned Finn's hair off his face.

Hm. Not too bad. Perhaps he could pull this off.

"Do you want your hair cut shorter?" I asked him.

"Ok", he said. Clearly not paying too much attention. He had no idea the scheming in my mind.

So I piled all 4 boys into the van and carted them off to Cost Cutters.

"We'll take the faux-hawk", I informed the hair stylist. "But do a long version in case we don't like it."

She draped my boy in the apron and started snipping away as I watched in complete fascination.

Finn's hair has been long since age 2.

As she kept snipping, I started to feel a bit nervous. This was kind of drastic.

She pulled off the apron and Voila!

I think I kind of died. Right there. He looked SO different. And positively tiny. Half of his weight was in his hair. I had instant remorse.

I drove straight over to show John(and Grandma) the new Finn.

John's mom liked his hair(of course, what Grandma doesn't like short hair?), but John did not like it.

Neither did Finn.

And neither did Finn's mama. I wanted to cry. I felt a little sick to my stomach.

John said, "You should have waited til school was out. Getting your hair cut is a big deal in school".

Now I was really kicking myself.

To make matters worse, Finn refused, absolutely refused, to let me spike the hair in front, as the hair cut was intended to be.

"Finn, are you kidding me?"

But no, he was not kidding.

I about fainted. The whole reason I got his hair cut was because I liked it spikey in front.

"Why Finn? WHY can't we spike it??"

"Because Ollie's hair is spiked and Ollie is a baby" was his reasoning.

Good grief boy. And I thought only girls were supposed to be this fussy about their hair.

It was Thursday night. School was tomorrow. And Finn was embarassed over his hair.

And he missed his hair. He missed swishing it around.

I slept fitfully that night and called Finn's school that morning.

"Can Finn wear a beanie in the classroom today?", I asked.

"You'll have to ask his teacher", they replied.

Decisions, decisions.

Do we (a)go to school without the beanie and get the humiliation over with?

or (b) wear the beanie until Finn passes out from heat stroke?

"Are you sure I cannot spike the front?", I asked, before leaving for school. His eyes filled with tears.

Thankfully, he let me swoop it to the side, with a little bit of gel. There, much better.

Giving me "the look".

And off we went to school, without the beanie.

As I walked with Finn to the end of the line, some of the girls giggled at Finn as he walked by.

Finn was mortified to begin with, so I felt furious at them. We were feeling very sensitive that day. In all fairness they were probably just shocked and didn't know how to respond.

I prayed for Finn all morning, that he would feel confident.

When he got home from school, he gave me the 'thumbs up' and said he had a good day.

In his twerpy little voice Finn said, "The kids in class thought I was new! They did not believe it was me, but I kept saying 'It's me, Finn'. Then some of the boys said 'cool hair cut', and my teacher wants his hair cut just like mine. My hair is a BIG HIT."

Whew.

Over the next few days I kept staring at Finn. Who was this boy? I did not recognize him at all.

We told Finn weeks in advance that he had to spike his hair for Easter. John wanted it spiked too, it wasn't just me.

Easter morning, Finn was feeling rather generous and announced "I will wear it spiked next Sunday too!"

Gosh he looks so much like John here.

After church on Sunday, Finn told me he would even wear it spikey to school that week. He then proceeded to enter this all-important data on our iCalendar:

Seriously, this kid kills me. He's so organized. Like a little old man.

I miss his old hair, but I am gradually coming to terms with this new hair cut.