September 26:
I got my hair cut. When I walked in the house that evening . . .
Six y/o: "Did you get your hair cut?! You don't look like yourself. I wanted you to look the same! You look so different now. I don't like it." Later, to a sister: "I really like his other hairdo."
Nine y/o: "Daddy, you don't look like my daddy anymore. Your new haircut looks dumb. It looks really bad. I wanted you to keep your hair!"
Me: "Okay, I'll try to grow it back."
Nine y/o: "Oh good! And your beard, too?"
Nope. Not growing that out. Sorry kid.
September 29:
Scene: I am sitting on the couch. L., age 8, and S., age 9, are in the room with me.
L. <running her fingers through my hair>: "Dad, why does your hair feel stiff and crunchy?"
Me: "Because it has gel in it."
L.: "You should always wear gel in your hair, dad. You look so much better that way."
S.: "No he doesn't. He looks terrible that way!"
You don't have to sugarcoat it, S.
September 30:
Eight y/o: "Dad, you just have a big bald head, don't you?"
Uh, can I plead the Fifth Amendment?
October 2:
Eight y/o: "Dad, you look so manly with gel in your hair. You just really look manly."
Wow, I didn't even have to lose weight or lift weights to look "manly." A little gel goes a long way, apparently.
