Dear boy has wanted the new XBox 360 game, Halo Reach, since before it was released. I didn’t have the money to go buy it when it first came out, and today I found that little fact granted me a victory. My son has had a head of very curly long hair. Kinda cute, but mostly annoying, especially when trying to look at him. He has the most amazing blue eyes, and until today, they have been covered by masses of unruly hair.
Today was that once a month holiday teachers like to refer to as payday. I don’t have $60 to buy a video game, but when on a whim I asked if he would cut off his hair for the game, he said yes. I was flummoxed at first, what with the ready answer and all. But I jumped on it, not wanting him to change his mind. After school, I told him that we were going. He seemed surprised that I was still willing, like it might have been one of those parental “sure, later” type of things. I clarified what I was expecting as far as the haircut went, and he still agreed, so off we went. Not trusting me on the drive there, he threw in his own stipulation; that we stop and buy the game before the chopping of locks. He even threw some logic at me, for which I was proud. He told me that if he refused to go through with the haircut, I could hide the game until he followed through, or I could simply return it. I knew he had a brain in there. I was so pleased, I agreed.
We stood in line, bought the game (at a completely ridiculous $60 price), and had our next stop in our sights. What was funny was that while I was waiting in line, I was playing with his hair, and talking to him about how it would look. The lady next to me in line overheard, and told me that she had struck a similar bargain with her son. Then she told me the best news: There was a Fantastic Sam’s in the next shopping complex over 🙂 I didn’t even have to risk that by the time we got through the line to buy the game, the haircut would have to wait.
It must have been divine intervention, because there was not a soul in Fantastic Sam’s when we got there. I practically ran to the door; amazingly, so did he. Whether happy to have it done, or simply to have it over with, was unclear. I took a video with my phone of the hair being shaved off with the clippers, falling to the floor in big, long, curly pieces. Then I looked at his face, and the little booger was smirking. I found out why when we were walking out.
I asked him how he felt with it all gone. His response? “Great. I was going to tell you I wanted it cut off anyway, it was getting on my nerves.” Child has a brain indeed. Little turd.
So, who won this one? I say we both did. He got his game, and I get to see those big blue eyes laughing at me when I think I know what the hell I am doing being a parent to a teenager. However, the haircut makes him look his age. Almost. I guess I lost afterall.