I HAVEN’T had a real haircut yet since birth. Until February 01, 2009, that is.
My dad and mom worked very hard in convincing me to have a haircut. Not that I don’t look good with my long hair, they said. They just wanted to see how I would look like with shorter hair that’s all. Better to experiment with different hair styles while I am still young, they went on to argue. Looking back, I now have a funny feeling that they had other ulterior motives. I think my dad was getting concerned that my bath time every morning was taking too long. Or perhaps I was starting to consume too much shampoo it was already affecting the family budget. Hmmm…
In the end my dad’s succeeded in sweet talking me into getting a haircut, and before I fully realized what I got myself into I was already in a salon and a lady was already washing my hair. I have to confess that that felt really good.
And it so it came to pass. My mom and dad seemed genuinely please with the outcome. My cool brother Johan exclaimed, “COOL!” Modesty aside, I looked very good with my erstwhile long hair. But I do look great with my new hair-do. It feels great, too!
