*tee hee*

For a while now, Maymo’s hair has been getting longer and longer and longer. I’ve taken to calling him “that hippy kid” because, well, yeah. He insisted that he did NOT want to cut it shorter. He did NOT want it any way other than the way it was.. and, well, okay.

Two days ago he started talking about wanting his hair “like William”.

William is a kid in his school that Maymo doesn’t get along with in the slightest.

As best I can tell, they do not share the same perspective on things like “sharing” and “not hurting” and, so, Maymo has regularly hopped into the car at the end of class to announce, “I am NOT inviting William to my birthday because he is not nice!” or “I am inviting everyone at school to my birthday EXCEPT WILLIAM BECAUSE HE IS NOT NICE!”

Fine with me, kiddo.

When he began asking for hair “like William”, I leaned over and said, “But.. you don’t LIKE William!”

To which he dryly remarked, “I know, MOM, but I like HIS HAIR!”

So today I reluctantly broke out the clippers and the assorted attachments and took a leeeeetle bit of hair off of Maymo’s head.

He insisted he wanted MORE. LIKE WILLIAM.

William is pretty much bald. I could not bring myself to do that to Maymo so I kind of skirted around the issue and said that the way we were doing it would make him look BETTER than William.

I kept taking small bits off, adjusting the clippers to be shorter.. and shorter… while Maymo shouted, “SHORTER! SHOOOOORTER!”

Truthfully? Maymo now looks like he has The Mange. Or like he’s doing a bad impression of Chuck Liddell.

I am so glad he’s only 4 years old.

And he STILL looks cuter than that punk-ass William. SO THERE.