Chris’s Quarantine Mullet

Actual conversation during Week 4 of Quarantine:

“You need to quit being stubborn and let me cut your hair,” I said.

“No way,” Chris protested.

“You look like you’re wearing a fur coat on your head.”

“It still looks better than if you cut it,” he snapped.

“I’m going to braid it and put beads in it in the middle of the night,” I threatened. “Think of your Zoom calls the next day.”

“It will still look better than if you cut it.”

“I’m going to give you a perm in the middle of the night,” I threatened. “You’re going to wake up looking like Little Orphan Annie.”

“IT WILL STILL LOOK BETTER THAN IF YOU CUT IT!”

Two weeks later, Bean came running downstairs at 8:30 at night, yelling, “MOM! COME QUICK! DAD’S CUTTING HIS OWN HAIR!”

He still refused to let me help him. But then I saw THIS and I took over, whether he wanted it or not! He looked like the Tiger King.

WELL THANK THE LORD!!!!! HE LOOKS NORMAL AGAIN!