When well meaning, but obviously colour blind elderly folk ask if Isaac is a boy or a girl, I take it as a sign. It’s hair cut time. The curls need to go. At this point of realisation, I brace myself.
For this…
The Wiggles Cape goes on.
But Isaac is not reassured by said Wiggles Cape. He looks concerned, unsure, pensive…..
And then foolishly Sam the hairdresser squirts water on Isaac’s hand for fun. Or maybe it was because she kept calling him Oliver? hmm…
And from then on, the other customers who should be enjoying a relaxing head massage with their shampoo have to listen to the wailing and gnashing of teeth.
And even snacks and sitting on Daddy’s knee will not do.
Maybe this time we can have a buzz cut. That should take a while to grow back to a length which causes gender confusion.