2/26/14

New Goose

Max had been refusing to get a haircut for months. Since August to be exact. And, the only reason he cut his hair in August was because he was part os Katie's wedding party. Can't have a ragamuffin walking down the aisle.

We had talked about it, very casually with him and he'd reply with a swift "NO! I like my long hair." So that was that. Max has a fantastic imagination and is almost always in character. Not that he pretends to be someone else, for a short time he is someone else. You have to address him by his "name" and will correct you if you call him Max. The long hair played a big part in this because all of his favourite characters had longer hair. He'd sweep it up and to the side when being the Doctor, or brush it over his forehead when he was Luke Skywalker. He's a method actor.

A few weekends ago Matt was trying to get Ellie to nap and was having no luck so Max and I thought it best to go for a walk and give them a quiet apartment, for once. There's a salon just next door so I mentioned going there to Max and he agreed. Jump to me practically running with him in my arms to get him in the chair before he changed his mind.

He sat there with a pouty face and sad puppy dog eyes as I kept telling him:

"It's gonna look SO good"

"You can change your mind at any time."

But, he stayed and let the gal finish his cut. He got a bunch of compliments from all the hairdressers that he politely accepted, then went back to pouting. We got home and he stood in the mirror trying to fuss with it and exclaimed that this cut wouldn't last, he'd be growing it out again.

Oh well, at least he'll look a little presentable for the next couple of months. You win some, you lose some with Max Brown.




*We call Max Goose, no idea why, just started it when he was a wee bebe. May be slightly influenced by my love for Top Gun.*


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