Peace Out, Mullet

I have a confession. My son had a mullet. This wasn't entirely his own doing. In fact, most of it was my fault. His hair was growing at an alarming rate (I guess hair does that...), so one day, I took the scissors, because I simply couldn't handle having that nasty hair growing over his ears, and I haphazardly cut his hair. This was a bad choice. It was totally uneven, and in one fell swoop, I gave my 10 month old a mullet.


After being taunted by his aunt and Grandma for a while, I finally relented, and allowed him to have his hair cut at STYLIN' (you must say this with a voice high enough to slightly crack), on Friday. My one rule was that she not clipper his hair, which she kind of did anyway, and it's slightly uneven, and a little short for my taste, but hey, anything beats a mullet, right?

I think blonde women kind of throw Hazen off. Especially if they look anything remotely like me. He's like, uhhh, you kind of look like my mom, but you're not as dazzlingly beautiful like her, and your voice doesn't sparkle like hers either, but you're really confusing me. It makes me laugh. All that business about the beauty and sparkling voice is true, too. He told me.