I gave Max a haircut a couple of days ago. He now bears an unsettling resemblance to Julius Caesar. It isn't really my fault, though -- Max is very resistant to haircuts, and he was resisting mightily, and I was afraid of poking his wildly flailing self with the scissors, and so I said, "Okay, one more big cut!" and took a swipe at the bangs, and now they are very, very short. It looks fine if you comb it a really specific way, but Max is two, and he has what Ian and I have dubbed "sweaty head syndrome", and so his hair does not stay in a really specific way for long. It could be worse, I suppose -- it could be a mullet, or a duck-tail. Plus, Max is cute enough to pull it off. I am not at all sure that increasing his similarities with Caesar is a good idea, though -- he is already 99% certain that he is Prosapia Dictator pro vita.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Et Tu, Mama?
I gave Max a haircut a couple of days ago. He now bears an unsettling resemblance to Julius Caesar. It isn't really my fault, though -- Max is very resistant to haircuts, and he was resisting mightily, and I was afraid of poking his wildly flailing self with the scissors, and so I said, "Okay, one more big cut!" and took a swipe at the bangs, and now they are very, very short. It looks fine if you comb it a really specific way, but Max is two, and he has what Ian and I have dubbed "sweaty head syndrome", and so his hair does not stay in a really specific way for long. It could be worse, I suppose -- it could be a mullet, or a duck-tail. Plus, Max is cute enough to pull it off. I am not at all sure that increasing his similarities with Caesar is a good idea, though -- he is already 99% certain that he is Prosapia Dictator pro vita.
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I have donned a toga in a show of solidarity with our new emperor.
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