I was in my office doing some billing when Hunter ran downstairs with his hands covering the top of his head. He was crying hysterically yelling, "what happened to my hair, what happened to my hair?" I was so afraid to pull his hands from his head for fear of seeing a gapping hole, blood, or anything totally disgusting. He had his hands clamped so hard to his head, I was sure there was something terribly wrong with him. So I finally unclamped the two hands and carefully un-squinched my eyes and took a peek at the top of his head. To my great surprise, he had a long bald line from the back of his neck to his farhead, I started to laugh so hard I couldn't seem to stop myself. So I asked him if he had cut his hair? He said, "NO!!! I just fell out in the bathroom upstairs!" I told him that hair just does not fall out like that, he must have cut it, again he told me that it had just fallen out! Then with a bit more examination, I realized that he had cut several bald lines into his head, it became more and more hysterical as time went on.
So I left him downstairs and I went up to see what he had gotten hold of and how he had cut his hair. I found a pair of electric clippers in one of the bathrooms with lots of hair in the trash can...exactly what I had expected. I went back downstairs and started to do the "mommy fix"! I tried to do an old mans comb over, that didn't stay, so I got out the trusty mousse and glued it into place! It looked a bit suspicious, but it kind of looked ok to me. Then my oldest son came over and I told him the story. He looked at his brother, then at me, and asked me "MOM really????" "just cut it all off!" I really didn't want to, but Greg just grabbed him and the clippers and hung his head over the garbage can and shaved him clean! Hunter ran to the mirror in the hall and started to cry, he yelled out "Oh my! It doesn't even look like me!" And he was right! It didn't! but oh well, better not to look like "you" rather than look like you have mange!
So that afternoon I took Hunter with me to the grocery, not to punish him, but because he wanted to come with me! As we were walking through the store I noticed people looking at Hunter with sort of a weird look on their faces! Finally I went to the check out line, and the lady at the counter was a good friend of mine...she asked, "well well Hunter, what on earth do we have here?" I told her the story of the "hair JUST falling out" and she laughed and asked him if he would ever do that again! He said , NO, he hated the way he looked without hair! Then I realized why so many people were looking at him in the store, because as I told that story to the check out lady, one gentleman leaned over to me and said, "OH thank God, I thought he was a little cancer patient! I felt so bad for him and you!" I said no thank God that's not it at all! The man then told Hunts a story about how one day when he was little he was blowing bubble gum with 2 or 3 large pieces of gum, the bubble had gotten away from him and popped all over his face and his hair, his mom was so mad at him that she didn't even try to get it out, she just shaved all of his hair off, but that it grew back perfectly fine and all was ok after that! Hunter looked at him and in his infinite wisdom tells the man, "OH NO! I sure hope mine doesn't grow back all curly and grey like yours did!" (OH geeze! you just can't take freshly shaven little boys anywhere)
So I left him downstairs and I went up to see what he had gotten hold of and how he had cut his hair. I found a pair of electric clippers in one of the bathrooms with lots of hair in the trash can...exactly what I had expected. I went back downstairs and started to do the "mommy fix"! I tried to do an old mans comb over, that didn't stay, so I got out the trusty mousse and glued it into place! It looked a bit suspicious, but it kind of looked ok to me. Then my oldest son came over and I told him the story. He looked at his brother, then at me, and asked me "MOM really????" "just cut it all off!" I really didn't want to, but Greg just grabbed him and the clippers and hung his head over the garbage can and shaved him clean! Hunter ran to the mirror in the hall and started to cry, he yelled out "Oh my! It doesn't even look like me!" And he was right! It didn't! but oh well, better not to look like "you" rather than look like you have mange!
So that afternoon I took Hunter with me to the grocery, not to punish him, but because he wanted to come with me! As we were walking through the store I noticed people looking at Hunter with sort of a weird look on their faces! Finally I went to the check out line, and the lady at the counter was a good friend of mine...she asked, "well well Hunter, what on earth do we have here?" I told her the story of the "hair JUST falling out" and she laughed and asked him if he would ever do that again! He said , NO, he hated the way he looked without hair! Then I realized why so many people were looking at him in the store, because as I told that story to the check out lady, one gentleman leaned over to me and said, "OH thank God, I thought he was a little cancer patient! I felt so bad for him and you!" I said no thank God that's not it at all! The man then told Hunts a story about how one day when he was little he was blowing bubble gum with 2 or 3 large pieces of gum, the bubble had gotten away from him and popped all over his face and his hair, his mom was so mad at him that she didn't even try to get it out, she just shaved all of his hair off, but that it grew back perfectly fine and all was ok after that! Hunter looked at him and in his infinite wisdom tells the man, "OH NO! I sure hope mine doesn't grow back all curly and grey like yours did!" (OH geeze! you just can't take freshly shaven little boys anywhere)
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