He wanted one pretty badly so I relented, sort of. I allowed him to get a "high and tight" that he can comb into a "fauxhawk" style.
He got out of the chair with whatever that sticky stuff they put in that keeps it standing straight up and then it was my turn. Much to his surprise and smiles, I told her "I'll have the same thing".
So, we head home with both of our haircuts spiked straight up. Son walks in the house (I'm loitering in the shadows of the garage, watching their reaction to his cut) where my daughter and wife were both standing in the kitchen. They both looked at him with a bit of surprise (that I allowed it) but not much of a reaction. Then I walk in with the same cut. Wife busts out laughing and daughter's jaw dropped and then I thought she was going to cry from embarrassment.
Later that day, I'm out in the shop working and a friend drives down the driveway. OH CRAP, it doesn't comb or lay down. Quick - Where's my hat?
OK, it combs down into a normal haircut without that goo they put in. I'm better now.
He got out of the chair with whatever that sticky stuff they put in that keeps it standing straight up and then it was my turn. Much to his surprise and smiles, I told her "I'll have the same thing".
So, we head home with both of our haircuts spiked straight up. Son walks in the house (I'm loitering in the shadows of the garage, watching their reaction to his cut) where my daughter and wife were both standing in the kitchen. They both looked at him with a bit of surprise (that I allowed it) but not much of a reaction. Then I walk in with the same cut. Wife busts out laughing and daughter's jaw dropped and then I thought she was going to cry from embarrassment.
Later that day, I'm out in the shop working and a friend drives down the driveway. OH CRAP, it doesn't comb or lay down. Quick - Where's my hat?
OK, it combs down into a normal haircut without that goo they put in. I'm better now.
