Haircuts.

Currently listening to: Rilo Kiley - Execution of All Things

Yesterday, I was thinking about my first hair cut that I can remember. All that I can really remember is that I was deathly afraid of my mom cutting my hair. She promised me it would not hurt, but I didn't believe her (I think I had already learned my lesson about scissors.) She promised me that I could have a piece of gum if it hurt, so I figured that was a fair deal. Naturally, the haircut didn't hurt, but I had already figured the piece of gum was as good as mine. So, when my mom asked me if it hurt, I had a big struggle to lie to my mom. I think I told the truth, but my memory doesn't go that far.

I hear of little kids giving themselves haircuts, but I was never that brave. I think my little sister did that one time though. (Speaking of my sister and haircuts, she used to have the "boy cut" when she was little. She says it was because she had three older brothers, and she didn't quite understand why she had to have long hair if we didn't.)