What's done is done

My husband, after hearing of my hair cut poll, informed me I was acting very "Clinton-like" - polling public opinion before making an important decision. I suppose his decision-making style is more do-what-you-think-is-best-and-then-explain-why-to-everyone-afterwards. And that is just what he did. Sorta.

Last week was another "Boy's Night." I had my monthly Open House at work and Jon was in charge of Jack. We had just returned from PA where I thought all of our friends, in addition to the blog voters, made it quite clear a haircut was out of the question. Wednesday was "Day 10" on Jon's haircut rotation, and Jack and I went along with him to the Navy Exchange to do some shopping while Daddy was at the barber's. I thought for sure he'd ask to bring Jack in with him, but he didn't. So I thought maybe the subject had been dropped. Apparently I was wrong.

On Thursday afternoon I left my hubby with a list of instructions on Jack-care for the night and was off to convince prospective students that they all want to become teachers and that the best way to do so is through our program. I had just checked in at my desk and booted up my computer when I received this text message on my phone from Jon, with the subject "big boy haircut":

I have to admit, I was a tad crushed. Jon thinks it's adorable, and honestly its not a bad haircut, but it's certainly much shorter than I wanted to go. Plus I wasn't even there to take pictures, pick up hair off the floor, and be an embarassing mom. Then again, it was probably better I wasn't there.
Jon said Jack kept reaching up to feel his hair the whole night. :( I didn't get to see it until the next morning, since he was in bed when I got home. Every morning I go get Jack out of bed and he puts his head on my shoulder and snuggles for a bit while I get breakfast ready. Usually I give him a couple of kisses and run my fingers through his hair, so I got a little sad on Friday morning when there was hardly any hair to tossle.

Can you tell my son was just playing in the trash can?

So, like I said, what's done is done. Jon's feels better knowing he did his "duty." And I feel better knowing that hair grows and even the shortest cut isn't permanent. Let's just hope Jon got it all out of his system this time around.