Baby A’s hair was so long that it was getting into his eyes. It was so bad that M. was afraid he would become cross-eyed. Being the good mommy that I try to be, I dampened his bangs, twisted them like I used to when I would trim by own and thought I would take off a little bit. A. began to wiggle and what was supposed to be a trim was a cut—an inch.
I’m told all the time how cute may daughter is. Now, he really looks like a she. I was a bit distraught because I had given my little boy an awful haircut—that is, until I opened up the September issue of Cookie magazine. There was a version of A.’s new do on page 130. Who knew that I was a trendsetting barber?
Thanks Cookie for making moms like me feel better for our snippy slip-ups.