The Mullet Lives On

For years I have pestered my mom for not cutting my hair when I was little. While looking at old photos, our conversation would go something like this:

ME: "Mom, why didn't you cut my hair?"

MOM: "I don't know, I guess we hoped that the top would catch up with the back."

ME: "I had a mullet! I looked like Benjamin Franklin!"





Well, now I have my own daughter. And as you can see from the above collage, her hair bears a striking resemblance to my hair at that age. She is cursed with the mullet! I mentioned this to my mom and you know what she said?

MOM: "Becky, why don't you cut her hair?"

ME: "Well...um...hmmm...I don't know."

But after thinking about it, the real reason is that Alivia won't even let me get near her head with a bow or a clip, let alone scissors! I fear for her life, and mine for that matter. I can imagine what that haircut would look like.

So, the mullet remains for now. I'm not sure how long I'll let it grow before I finally tie her down and chop it off. But until then, every picture I take of her will be one more reason for her to pester me when she's older. I guess having kids really is payback.