This piece is actually for my dad because I realized I never told him about it. And when I thought of the title, it was such an awful pun, I knew this must be for him. I mention this lest my other readers think I go around on *purpose* thinking of puns like that. Let me hasten to assure you that it's congential...
When Cici was 4ish, she refused--foot down, lip out, squirmingly refused to let a stranger cut her hair. Even if I sat in the chair with her. Even if the stylist put the big smock around both of us. No. Way. Jose.
Well, not completely no way. *One* time she did allow the barber who cut her brothers' hair to trim her bangs, too. "Great!" I thought, "Cute, too! (followed by a big sigh of relief)."
Short-lived relief as it turned out. The next time I tried to take her to the same stylist/barber--by the time her bangs were in the vicinity of her lower lip and she was starting to develop an odd tic, well, it was do or die. So--off to the 100Yen shop to get scissors and a smock(see--no expensive scissors, 'cause I'm only going to do this ONCE, I tell myself subconsciously).
OK. So. OK. So...where's Aun'Bef when you need her?!!? Aunt Bef, of course, inherited all the hair-cutting genes (on Chromosome 17, next to the stapler/tape/glue genes), leaving me with the need to cut hair, but no actual skill. Of course, I could have practiced at some point in my life. My sister did--all her dolls looked like Yul Brynner auditioning for a horror flick, whereas mine sport to this day the same coif they came out of the box with. I knew, you see, that if I took her hair out of the carefully arranged bun-with-ribbon that I'd never get it back that way again. So, I left it. This attitude toward hair-styling is readily apparent in most of my school photos.
Darling Cici--you have no ideawhat you're getting yourself into. Why...oh why...do you want Mommy to cut your hair? Sweetie--the last time Mommy tried to cut your bangs, they came out looking like the Dow Jones Industrial Average after Black Monday (see photo above).
This time, weeeeell... :
I know. It looks like I used Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle as a cutting guide.
Ok, so I stink at math--cut me some slack! I tried using Feynman's sum-over-histories, but I couldn't get everything to cancel out...
Sweetie, I promise I will *not* show this to your first boyfriend...:))