Last evening I put myself in a very unpleasant situation… I have to tell someone the story, I feel sooo lonely and ashamed:(
All that began a few month ago, while I was helping my “wife” (we are not married but it will be easier for the rest of the story to call her “my wife”) for our son’s first haircut. I would never have dared a single comment on the way she cuts hair but, as an egocentric and self satisfied man, I was thinking that “I would’nt have done like this”… The result was quite good looking. have I been jealous or frustrated for having only hold the baby during the haircut? I don’t even want to know, but after a few days I told my wife that I would love to practice next Robin’s haircut…
first mistake!
So last evening, when coming back from her father’s home with our son, Hélène tells me “my dad said that Robin would need a haircut, is not as cute as he used to be”. No problemo, after his bath I’ll cut his hair, I answered, self confidently.
My son was bathed by his mother, I wrapped him with a huge tau and took him to the living room, thinking that TV might be a good way to prevent him from moving unexpectedly. Hélène was still in the bath:“Don’t you want me to help you?” she asked. No No, don’t worry, I’ll manage with all that, did I reply…
second mistake!
After 15 minutes struggling with my moving baby, I had done half of the job and was quite satisfied… My wife came back in the living room, talking to her sister on her cell phone…
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!! IT’S TOO SHORT!
All I could shamely reply was “Oh… it’s too late now…”
I won’t write here the full argument, cause it might hurt sensitive hears, but I continued the haircut, trying and keep cool while my wife was commenting the way I was doing it (I think she was really shocked when she saw her baby hair dressed this way:o ). Finally the poor baby had so much holes in his hair that she decided to take things in hand. she took the electric hair-shaver (the one she use to cut MY hair) and tried to “equalize”…
The final result? Don’t misunderstand the following, I know this can shock some people but I swear that the two first thoughts I had were: “My son his just out from Dachau” and “people will think he is in a chemiotherapy”…
I’m glad he’s just 15 month old, he doesn’t bother about his haircut. All we can do is not to take pictures before 1 or 2 month:o
now I know I’ll get nasty comments from my wife for a long time… I guess it might be clever to buy some flowers tonight… Any help/tips on this would be greatly appreciated;).
Is this that we call humility lesson?
Should I apologize among the hairdresser corporation?
Shouldn’t there be some laws to avoid fathers from making haircut experiments on their sons?
Hair grows.
I have given my son hair cuts now for almost 7 years. Some good some bad. What matters is how the kid feels about it, not the adults.
Grampa needs his head adjusted for making remarks like not as cute as used to be. Babies are cute no matter how groomed, ugly, or crooked. A healthy baby is the definition of cute. Your wife shouldn’t listen to him when he talk that way. I think part of being an adult is learning when it is okay to ignore your parents and when not.
If the biggest problems you face are arguments over haircuts, smile. Life is good! I hope the arguments are half in jest. If they aren’t you guys should just stop it.
I don’t think you deserve any needling about giving your kid a haircut. The kid is lucky to have two loving parents who want to tend to him. Hats do wonders if your wife is overly worried about what the Joneses think.
Offer to save your wife $30 and cut her hair too. Kids with bad haircuts are everywhere and I never see it as a problem. I see a lot of women with bad hair, too. I just grow mine long and hack off the ends once every couple years and send it to a wig factory for cancer kids.
Thanks for your support, but don’t worry podzol, Robin grandfather is a really nice man and I know there was no pun intended… He’s only guilty of having provided a good excuse for my haircut experience:).
In fact he just had lunch with us at noon and wasn’t shoqued in any way. He still thinks that Robin is the cutest baby in the World (so do I).
Hélène and I are both conscious that nothing but hair was invovled in this case, and once passed the first shock, I almost succeeded in making her smile and make fun about that
Last night I was thinking “we’ll laugh about that in 10 years”… fortunately 10 hours were enough;)
I meant “any tips that would help to cool down the atmosphere”… but anyway I won’t be allowed in the same room as cissors AND my son for a long time
Zzag, you need to be taught any trade even simple.
I cook because my dad taught me. My wife cuts hair because her dad taught her. My daughter does it because her mother taught her . So when little “battling Maÿ” needed a haircut her mother would oblige (though the baby had an incredible hair going straight up like a punk rock star).
My wife even cuts her own hair (good! no money spent to the hairdresser) … I am just wondering how she does it since I am even unable to cut my mustache properly when looking in a mirror:o
Think mohawk. Every baby I’ve ever seen with a 'hawk, I’ve thought was a pretty badass lookin baby. Props to the parents!
No seriously, I have two little girls so a bad haircut it a disaster. I can feel for your situation. Kids will always bounce back, give them lots of love and positive thoughts and they will be confident in any situation. Hair grows back! Don’t sweat it take lots of pictures and in 10 or twenty years show him what you did, it will be a really funny moment!
Thank you all
It’s been 2 days since the “cissors incident”. I didn’t think I would get used to seeing my short haired baby so quickly.
Yesterday my wife took our son to the… place where people take care of your kids (don’t know the word… nursery maybe?) and one of the girls said “wow, Robin, you’ve been hair dressed!”… a good opportunity for Hélène and her to make fun about men and their kids-related abilities .
You’re right about pictures, I’ll take some… I even think it might be fun to take pictures with a scale beind him and a number on his chest, you see, like pictures the police shoot when they catch a gangster:)
(my dad did that 
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