So a little over a month ago, I took Ashton back to Cookie Cutter’s to get his hair trimmed again. I think it has taken me this long to get over it, so that is why I am just now talking about the incident. 🙂 His bangs had been getting in his eyes for long enough that I felt it was time. I didn’t trust myself to do it, nor did I want to even attempt trimming his bangs. He is constantly moving, and it wouldn’t have ended well for either of us. So during the week that my mom was staying with me to help with Gemma, we loaded both kiddos up in the van and headed to get Ashton’s hair trimmed.
We love Ashton’s hair. It is long and shaggy, and fits his free-spirit personality. I get comments like “when are you going to cut his hair?” Or “Why are you letting it grow?” Even the occasional “SHE’S precious.” The comments don’t phase us (or him for that matter). So when I took him to get a trim, I wasn’t thinking it would turn into a catastrophe.
He was called up, and this time he sat in the John Deere truck. The lady seemed a little frazzled, but it was the end of the day and she said it had been busy. I should’ve just left then. She put his smock on and then asked what I wanted done. I told her just a trim so his bangs don’t get in his eyes.
She then told me he had a “girl’s” haircut and it should be shaped up more like a “boy’s.” Really? I am kicking myself now for not saying anything to that comment now. I blame it on my hormones from being only a few weeks postpartum. Actually, you would think with crazy hormones I would’ve gone off on her. I guess she got lucky. 😉
She started cutting and told me to have him watch something on my phone so he would sit still. Ummm, he’s a toddler, they don’t sit still. Seriously lady, it wouldn’t have hurt you to be friendly. He watched my phone (the camera reversed so he could see himself), had a sucker and was a COMPLETE ANGEL. While I was letting him watch the phone though, Edward Scissorhands was going crazy!
I told her that was good, that we didn’t want it shorter, and she kept snipping to “finish.” She asked me if the bangs were at a good length for me, and I told her “you can’t put any back now!” Don’t even get me started on how much she took off the back. My stomach was on the floor. It was like I got a bad haircut, times 10.
I tried to be happy so Ashton would stay positive. He did such a good job, I didn’t want him to think it was bad. We paid what I thought was a ridiculous amount for such poor service, and left. I wanted to cry.
Once we got home he ate and then I gave him a bath in hopes that his hair would magically get washed back on. The lady styled it so he looked like Hayley Mills in the old Parent Trap movie. If she thought he looked like a girl before, I don’t know how she thought her styling had improved that look. So we washed it and got it looking a little better.
Anyway, we survived and it has grown back enough that it seems like his old hair. It will be a while until we go back to that place, if we ever do. If we do we will request another “stylist” and my husband will definitely be there to be more “forceful” about what we want done, haha!
Live and learn!