My parents are often on my case about cutting my son Gabe's hair. It was getting pretty long, and most of the time it was covering the poor boys eyes.
I have told my parents on more than one occasion that if they wanted to take him and get his hair cut, that was fine by Romina and I. I don't do it just because I can't imagine what a pain it would be to keep him sitting still for the duration of the cut.
Grandma got smart though. Two days ago Gabe and Lincoln were hanging out at Grandma's and she decided she would cut Gabe's bangs so he could see again. She trimmed a bit on the side and around his ears too. The result. Gabe is sporting a Mullet! Yeah, the mullet. Buisiness in the front, Party in the back. I will be taking some pics before we go and get him a hair cut. After all it isn't everyday you have a mullet.
I think that Grandma had this planed all along. Give him a mullet and Marc will be bound to give him a haircut. Well, it worked. All I can say is, 'Touche Mom, Touche.'
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Owen does OK getting his hair cut as long as he is sitting on my lap. I want to see the mullet though! I think mom gave me a few of those growing up!
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