I cut my man's hair today.
I've been asking him for years to let me cut his hair. I mean, it's not like he has much to cut! But he liked the special attention he got at the salon. The shoulder rub, the hot towel on the face, the scalp massage.
Up until a couple of years ago, I always cut my son's hair. I finally decided he needed a "big boy" cut and sent him to the salon with his dad. He also liked the shoulder rub, hot towel, and scalp massage. But since we moved far from everything familiar, the boy's hair got way too bushy, and I had no choice but to pull out the scissors and the clippers. He wasn't happy with it. He liked his longish locks and I in his opinion, I had cut him back down to an average boy haircut. My daughter and husband both thought it looked fine and I did leave it longer than I used to, so except for him mourning his long big boy cut, it was a success.
Plus, now I can see his face and it's just SUCH A CUTE LITTLE FACE I WANT TO SQUEEZE HIS CHEEKS!!!
(Pausing for a mom moment... okay, all better.)
So a couple of days ago, after seeing that I did, in fact, know what I was doing with the clippers, my husband came to me and asked me to cut his hair. I was stunned! I said yes, and then I got nervous. What if I make him look like a mental patient? What if I leave a bald spot amidst the little hair he has left? What if he hates it?
We went out on the patio, me with a little black comb and clippers, him with a stool to sit on. Then I went at it. Half way through, I could see that I was doing a good job and I started to get a little cocky. "I should charge for my work!" I thought. Then I got all immersed in the character of the hairdresser and started talking to him in a sultry voice between clips and snips.
"So... how was your week?"
"You been flying lately?"
*buzz snip buzz*
He almost anwered me.
"Want a hot towel and shoulder rub?"
He got all excited and said "YEAH!"
"That'll be extra."
And that's when he remembered he was talking to his wife.