
One of my high school teachers used to tease me by saying that I didn't get my "hair" cut, I got my "hairs" cut. He was incorrect of course,
because as we all know "hair" can be either singular or plural. Either way, Katerina certainly got her "hairs" cut yesterday.
It wasn't technically her first haircut. We had given her bangs a trim a couple times before. But this was her first full haircut by
Papou.
Papou moonlights as a barber (well not exactly, but he cuts Mike's hair,
Strat's hair and
Yiayia's hair). So, instead of going through the hassle of going to my hairdresser, we decided to let
Papou cut it.
I have had several
traumatic haircut experiences in my life and as a result, getting my haircut always makes me a little
apprehensive. I didn't realize though that my
apprehensiveness would extend to my daughter. During Katerina's haircut I was a mess, especially after her bangs were cut short. I wasn't crying, but I was on edge. And the cutting kept on going and going and going...I thought she was going to look like a boy! Then finally I couldn't take it anymore so I made him stop, probably sooner than necessary.
Luckily when she woke up this morning she still looked like a girl. But now she looks like a big girl--one who can actually see because her hair isn't in her face. See, it wasn't so bad, right Katerina?