So yesterday, Skip's "Birthday Treat" was to sit down after school and have his hair cut.
And, being the mature young man that he is, he let me do a little bit of playing.
So here we go:
It's 2000 and something. Here we have the Keith Urban look. Well, minus the 5 o'clock shadow. He *is* only fourteen, after all. A little shaggy. A little chunky, a little "I just got out of bed, and what do you MEAN, I'm supposed to be combing it every day?"
Let's take a musical trip in the Way Back machine, shall we?
"And I ran... I ran so far awayyyyyyy"
Hello Flock of Seagulls Hair. Nice to know you.
Oh, he's not gonna like this next one.
Hello MulletHead. All business up front. All par-tay in the rear. But not the ENTIRE rear. It's nicely shag-cut on the top. Only the bottom is left to linger. Sort of like a cross between Shirley Partridge and Carol Brady. So I guess this is a little jump into 70s hair. Or... maybe it's a tip of the hat to Uncle Jesse from Full House. That was the late 80s, right?
And then we have the piece de resistance.
Hello, Talk Talk hair.
I got to this point, and said "Come on, Skip. This is the quintessential 80s haircut. You could be FAMOUS at school! Everyone would watch you. Honestly? When I was in high school, kids would've DIED to be able to have hair this fantastic." (and with a little gold hoop earring? Wouldn't that just take you back?????)
"Mom. There's *good* attention. And there's *bad* attention. This would get *good* attention at Halloween, but it's January."
No. More. Photos. Please. Mom!