We have had a bit of the snow here, but by and large the storms went north of us. With the storms south and east of us as well, it makes things a bit unpredictable.
William came to spend the night. He and I went out to do some errands. His hair is getting quite long, and he's always giving his head a shake to keep it out of his eyes. We just happened to pass a salon, and I said, "Do you want to get your hair cut?" He thought about it in that way he has, and decided that a hair cut would be nice. We had to wait, but they got him in, and, lo, his hair was cut by another William.
I told the William wielding the scissors that I needed him to just kind of follow the lines of the previous haircut, so as not to get me in trouble with the parental units.
He said, "A reverse mohawk it is, then!" and gave William's chair a little spin.
I said, "Well, I don't want to stress you out, but if you give him a crap haircut, you will be destroying his middle school 'creds', probably forever, and that responsibility falls entirely on you."
He raised the scissors and comb up in trembling hands and said, "Oh, I'm not stressed. It's just the 16 cups of coffee."
He went at it and did a good job. William (in the chair) was actually clear about what he wanted done with that hair, so I sat back and listened to the two of them banter back and forth. I was a little sick to see that his bangs were being cut shorter than usual, but William (in the chair) was directing William (with the scissors), so I let it go.
When it was done, I said, "Do you like it?" and he said, "I don't like my hair in my eyes. This is good. I feel like a new person!"
I told him that's what a good haircut does for a person.
William (with the scissors) got a good tip.
William (no longer in the chair) asked for chicken wings for lunch.