David’s latest haircut, done by Joyce’s Kitchen-Table Salon.  The motto of Joyce’s KTS is “It’ll grow back” (Other motto considerations included “I can fix this, I think”, “I can always even this out with the clippers later”, as well as “Oops”.) 

This isn’t the haircut I’d intended to give David.  He and I had been chatting as I’d been cutting here, cutting there, trying to follow the style he’d gotten months ago after I noticed his hair kept getting caught in his violin’s bow.  Such hubris I had to be talking as I worked!  I naturally wasn’t paying enough attention to the haircut when–snip–I suddenly realized I’d taken too much off the middle layer in the back.  Way too much.  Fortunately I still had the curls at the top to work with.  David, who had been earlier worried that I might cut his hair too short, didn’t mind when I pulled out the clippers–he was too busy enjoying a Kipper show on Netflix.  Yes, it was going to be okay.  Plus, David’s curls do a pretty awesome job of covering up any mistakes. 

Whew.

I love David’s hair.  When he comes into the early morning bed to snuggle, I can twist and wrap coils of his hair around my fingers until half past breakfast.  Curling one way then another, bouncing and flying as he runs up the stairs, bleaching in the sun–David’s golden halo of hair embodies his youth, his innocence, and his enthusiasm.  The haircut turned out alright, and now it’s less likely to get caught in the bow of his violin or fall over his eyes like a shaggy sheepdog.  But I’ll be happy when it grows out, even if only to cut it again.

(David riding a stick horse at Thanksgiving in San Antonio.)