We did it. We cut Owen’s signature
‘fro locks. Don’t worry, though — we did it to bring the funky BACK, not to tame it. No, there’s no taming this fauxhawk. We trimmed it just a bit to de-mullet and amp up the mohawk-ness.
On Saturday we headed out to this awesome mall near us. I was sure I had seen a kiddie hair place in there somewhere (foreshadowing…). I mean really, this mall has EVERYTHING, so I would’ve bet money on the fact that they had a cool place for kids ‘dos.
I would’ve been wrong.
Since riding in the car with Owen is still a bit of a trial, we try for one nearby outing a day. Multiple ins and outs in the car do NOT end well.
So once we were at the mall, had spent a little time wandering around, then finally looked at the Directory and confirmed our fears that there was no haircut place in the mall, we decided to scrap the haircut plan and go out to lunch instead.
Lucky for us, Owen had a blast anyway!
So the next day we did what smart people do and Googled a kids’ haircut place before heading out. Little did we know we found the jackpot of all kids’ haircut places.
And the stylist (do you still call them stylists when their clients are under the age of 8? baby wranglers? entertainers? snippers?) even blew bubbles for him to get him used to the chair and the cape.
In a matter of minutes Owen went from superfine, wispy mullet to old Italian man (see the combover pictures, above) to punk rocker to adorable little boy.