What’s Worse, The Mullet Or The Bowl Cut?
No, this is not a trick question.
Yes, I know they are both somewhat unfortunate choices. Lucky Isaac got to try both!
In a moment of weakness and desperation I finally caved after swearing up and down to prolong the haircut as long as possible, and I somehow ended up with a mullet, then tried to fix said hairstyle, which led to Isaac wearing the awesome bowl cut.
I might add that I have a personal history with both infamous hairstyles, which can still be spotted on a regular basis here (: If you’ve got, it flaunt it!
I can also proudly admit that my husband used to sport a king daddy mullet, meaning it cascaded all the way down his back for some serious “party in the back” to go with his “business in the front.” Yes, Chris’s questionable hairstyle was well-known around town, and he fondly referred to it by many different mullet-inspired nicknames, such as “the Kentucky Waterfall,” “the Tennessee Top Hat,” “the Mississippi Mudflap,” etc.
Interestingly enough, he did cut it off soon after we began dating…maybe he was catching the all hints, haha (: I would have married him regardless, but I do think my husband is much more attractive and younger looking now!
Ok, I am done with the mullet-inspired rant, now back to Isaac’s first hair cut spectacular.
The poor kid was teething hard core, and actually did pop out 3 upper teeth the weekend of his birthday, but Isaac was still in serious pain as well as sporting the usual constantly running nose that accompanies the lovely teething.
I chased him around all day long with a boogie wipe, but of course he managed to swipe his own nose many a time before my cat-like reflexes got that nose. Pretty soon my son had smeared snot all over his face and in his hair, which in turn had flattened his cute little waves down into a sticky mess that completely covered his eyes.
I couldn’t handle it, people. I gave up! After dealing with little sleep and a screaming snotty baby, I dumped Isaac in his high chair, grabbed the scissors, and commenced to snip off the booger-encrusted bangs.
Ahhh…as soon as Isaac could see again he stopped raging and blinked like this was the first clear view he had experienced in a while, which might have been closer to the truth than I would care to admit.
Stay tuned for the “after” photo and why I am not a fan of the bowl cut
