The Undercut

All his life, Truett has had one hairstyle. ONE. Maybe slight variations here and there but it’s always been the same basic look. Sideburns, wispy fringe, longish layered look at the back and sides.

I loved that hair. It’s so easy to tousle and I like running my fingers through his hair when I’m talking to him.

Plus I could do so many things with it: spiked and standing, gelled side-comb, lightly-waxed out of bed look and the occasional shampoo mohawk in the shower.

Several times, I thought of changing his look and we’d go to the salon and Tru is all “okay, let’s do this” but the moment the stylist starts brandishing her scissors, I’d get cold feet and chicken out. That’s right, I’m more possessive of his hair than I am of my own.

But he is a big boy now and it’s about time he gets a big boy haircut. So last Friday, we went to the kid’s salon and finally went through with it. The husband calls it the undercut. I call it the sophisticated ang moh beng.

I’m already missing his old hairstyle but I dare say this new look is growing on me.