He got what he asked for

Adam has crazy hair. It's thick, wavy, and has a slight reddish tint that I envy. But he also has a cowlick that makes it all go haywire once it grows out just a little bit. There are days when he celebrates the wildness and doesn't even want to comb it, and then there are days when he wants to buzz it all off. Yesterday was one of those days, and he said before he went to class that he wanted to "go bald" after school. As luck would have it, I was Facebook-chatting with my dear friend Amy, who is THE go-to girl for all things hair, and I mentioned that I would love to get some clippers and just mow it all off. Of course she offered to meet me at Sally's after school and use her pro discount card AND her expertise to help me get a good clipper set (don't ALL friends jump in like that? no?). And of course I said yes, because who can turn down THAT offer? So, when Adam got out of school, the first thing out of his mouth was "Do you have an appointment for me to get bald?" And then he had to pick his jaw up off of the ground when I said "Why, yes, I do!" We met sweet Amy and her adorable girls at Sally's and entered the world of d-i-y hair and nail improvement, and Amy promptly picked out the Wahl "Peanut" clippers for me. Small (looks like a cute l'il peanut, for real!) yet powerful, she informed me that hers had lasted for 15 years and was still going strong. So Adam, the "peanut" and I headed on our merry way home, ready to get it on (and take it off...).
The boy was a bit concerned about me wielding the clippers (I have no idea why... I told him that I used to clip my horse's bridle path, ears, and the hairs on his muzzle; is that not enough experienc?). But he settled into a chair on the deck, and I pinned the towel around his neck and turned on the "peanut". Here is his reaction:



Well, excuse me, Mr. GrumpyPants, but YOU'RE the one who wanted to go bald for tacky day at school. You better give me a smile! (I did not verbalize this; it was just going through my head as I mowed the first strip down the middle of his scalp). I had a mirror out there, and the King of Drama had this reaction when he saw the first cut:



It was a pretty significant chunk of hair that had fallen to the deck, I will concur. But really, it wasn't THAT bad, was it? I kept going (because really, what else COULD I do?) and finally ended up with this:



Boy, is that the look of a satisfied customer or what? I'm thinking of sticking a barber pole up by the mailbox; surely I have found my new calling! Or not. But, at least I HAVE found a way to keep his crazy hair in check without continually putting a dent in my wallet. One more haircut and that "peanut" will have paid for itself; it's all gravy after that. And after he got used to it, Adam even decided that he liked the look. Amy says she'll teach me how to trim up the nape and around his ears, but for Tacky Day, the "shabby shaved" look should work just fine. And who knows; I might even get frisky during the summer and start shaving designs in his hair. This was his response when I told him that I might consider it:



I just have to be careful and NEVER let him see a picture of Dennis Rodman...