Jake, Ellie & I all had haircuts yesterday. The Mummy had hers done a couple of weeks ago.
While I was having mine done Ellie came up to me & said “Daddy, you look gorgeous!”
Later it was “We all look gorgeous!”
Jake’s had been floppy for a while & he really suits a short smart cut, especially with a side parting.
I badly needed hair that accessorises with my bald spot.
Ellie looked great with long hair but it was getting hard to brush & untangle & kept getting in her eyes.
She was happy with her new haircut initially but in bed last night she became really upset! More to do with tiredness than anything else I think.
For a solid 5 minutes at least she cried horribly, shouting repeatedly “I WANT MY HAIR BACK!”
(She was fine this morning & we haven’t heard a word about it since).
Jake was a little star! He was casting magic spells to help, trying to swap Ellie’s hair with Mummy’s. Using a large pot of skin cream as a wand.
“Abra-dabra, MUMMY HAIR GO!”
And when there no obvious result he would try a variation, like “Abra-dabra, HAIR BACK!”
He was brilliant. He made us laugh &, more importantly, helped calm Ellie.
After quite a few tries he got quite discouraged when his magic didn’t seem to be working, so I had to tell him that I was sure that I’d seen some of Mummy’s & Ellie’s hair swap over.
He seemed happy with that; soon Ellie was too, then they fell asleep.