Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Why I am a Bad Mom: According to Wyatt

I present exhibit No. 1. A happy portrait of a child with VERY long, unruly hair.


Mom says, "Wyatt your hair must be cut. You look like a long-haired hippy child at this point. Your hair is almost touching your buttock." Maybe I exaggerate just a bit here.

Wyatt says, "NO NOOOO NO! No No No No No NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

But Mom says, "It's in the chair for you! Sit it down or it gets busted!"

Exhibit No. 2: Wyatt in tears after haircut. The agony of the sinister black clippers snipping away his hair is just exhausting.


Exhibit No. 3 While in the Chair of Doom Wyatt was heard saying, "I hate you mom!"


Exhibit No. 4 And he was heard to wail, "I HAVE TO PICK MY NOSE!! You have to stop! I itch too much!"


Exhibit No. 5 And he said, "I like the haircut lady MUCH better. I won't scream or cry if SHE cuts my hair. . . "


Exhibit No. 6 Then he was heard sputtering, "I can't get the hair out of my mouth."


I replied, "IF you'd just be quiet and not TALK or SCREAM you wouldn't have hair in your mouth!!!"

I am such a bad mom. I am an evil, torturing, MOM! It's obvious how much my kids suffer under my care. Nuff said!

Post Script: Just so you know. . . this child was observed not three minutes after "his ordeal" playing jovially outside like the banshee child he is. He does put on quite an act when he feels up to the task.

18 comments:

Doris Sturm said...

Poor boy, how could you, Julia! Actually, I didn't think his hair was all that long...but he does look more tidy.

Have a nice week :-)

brokenteepee said...

Oh.The.Horror.

Julie Harward said...

It might be worth it to take him to the hair cut lady! LOL

Suzi said...

Sounds all too familiar! I have to chase a boy down....I think you know who. If I had it my way I would have Jeff sit on him while I cut his hair.

Melodie said...

Ha,I still make my boy let me cut his hair and I use the dog clippers!

Liz Mays said...

Well, how do you expect me to take your side when you show me those pictures? I can't do it, Julia. I can't.

Sharkbytes said...

You wicked, wicked snipper lady. He's obviously been tortured and starved and fed hair clippings for years.

Sara said...

Evil mommies unite! The cut looks good! :)

Cheryl said...

I assume you used your Oster A10s with a #10 blade?

jane augenstein said...

Funny, Julia! Since I never had a boy I have no idea what you must go through to get hair cut at your house. I had a daughter and since I was a hairdresser, she loved to get perms and cuts....guess I was lucky!!!

Vixen of Vixensden.com said...

Okay, you win. Even my boy didn't look that upset when I took the clippers to his head when he was a kid. Not even that time I said OOPS and meant it, lol

Lesley Speller said...

Wow...if he looked like a long haired hippy child then I wonder what that would make my children. LOL

Rick (Ratty) said...

My nephew used to do this every time he would get a haircut. He used to try to collect his cut off hair so nothing bad would happen to it anymore.

Grand Pooba said...

Poor poor kid. If only he had a mom that would write children's books for him...

theUngourmet said...

My son hates when I cut his hair too! This reminds me...he's about due! ;D

Captain Dumbass said...

Ha! I have these same pictures. And there's nothing wrong in stopping to take them.

Veronica Lee said...

I thought you did a great job. My son's haircut was a lot worse!!

Elizabeth Leigh said...

Ohhh poor Wyatt haha... suffering thru a haircut! Gracious he sure is looking grown up! I am trying to catch up on blogs and updates, etc. I have been taking some grad classes since January and its consumed me between that and work and the kid! But i'm not on summer break until August 23 - YEA:) So glad to catch up on whats new in your neck of the woods! the kids are both looking more nad more grown up but still cute as good be. and obviously they are still loaded with personality!! :-) i love the stories.... hope you are well and having a great summer!

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