I wish you didn't have the devil's curly hair

When Ryan graduated from University of Wyoming in 1996, we decided to move back to Utah so I could finish my education. He sent out resumes to a few companies in Utah and got a couple of interviews. He wanted a haircut before he went and since we were so poor we were eating bread and peas regularly for supper, he asked me to cut his hair. He had been doing it himself so I don't know what led up to me being asked to do it. Why we didn't take some of the extra money we had and get him a haircut at Supercuts, I'll never know. The whole situation seems doomed from the beginning now that I think about it. Maybe Ryan has a different slant on the story? I started to cut his hair with the clippers and almost immediately lost control, making a fine bald spot on the side of his head. I started to cry and ask, "Why did you make me do this?" So yeah, Ryan finished cutting the rest of his hair and I felt horrible about him going to interviews with a bald spot. I told him I would never cut his hair again and I never have. He did a pretty good job of cutting it himself for years, mainly because he hates getting his hair cut. Like how some people hate getting bit by monkeys, Ryan hates getting his hair cut. He's almost never happy with it and I have to admit, he's had some bad haircuts. This seems strange to me since he's always had pretty short hair. How hard is it? I finally convinced him to go to my stylist last year. I told him, "Wouldn't you rather pay twice as much as a stupid chain place and actually be happy with your cut?" What? I was right? Imagine that. Chad cuts his hair now and Ryan is always happy. This Saturday Ryan and the girls all had haircuts at Chad's salon. The girls go to a junior stylist whom I really like and is really good with kids. She talks to Hanna and Grace like they are teenagers and they eat that up. Hanna is going into grade six and because she thinks she is all that/queen of the school, she wanted to get a "style" with "layers". I have a thing about kids who get adult haircuts but can't style them, or can't get help styling them because their mom is a bad, bad working mom, so they just end up looking like crap. I convinced her to just get bangs and keep the rest pretty much the same. Amanda curled it for her after and Hanna was in LOVE with the end result. She kept looking in the mirror and doing little poses. I'm glad that it's helping her feel good about going back to school. I think she's a little anxious about it. Grace got a cute bob, that will be easy to take care of. I'm hoping that someday Grace will have the desire to grow her hair out again and take care of it. She has the most lovely head of hair that would make angels weep and double rainbows pale in comparison (for you Becky) but since she seems to be allergic to the brush, it tends to look like a rat's nest.