Last year on this day, my young love pranked me
So this morning I returned that favor with glee
His reaction was volcanic
Quite a moment of panic
For a minute, I thought he might pee!
But first a little background: my child’s favorite claim to fame
Is something that brings me considerable shame
Remember the eighties?
And the hairstyles so shady?
Well, my son rocks a “rat-tail” that’s lame.
When he was two, I allowed my mother-in-law
To take charge of his haircuts, but she has one fatal flaw:
Her nostalgia is immense
And overrides her good sense
And Hubby’s hair, as a child, should’ve been outlawed.
Yes, unfortunately Hubby once had a rat-tail, too
Which she’s related with pleasure, a time or two
So though I wanted to shrivel
I had to be civil
Then my own child became attached to his fashion taboo!
How many times have I tried to plead?
“Let’s cut off that rat-tail! It’s not something you need!”
“I like it! No, LOVE it” says my stubborn boy
No matter the tactics I try to employ.
“No one else has one!” to which I concede.
Of course no one has one! They’ve gone out of style!
But I don’t want to be mean, so I have to just smile…
Though I’ve a plan up my sleeve
My goal I’ll achieve!
All thanks to my hairdresser’s wile.
When she heard about the rat-tail, my hairdresser shrieked!
“Aren’t you afraid other kids will call him a geek?!?
I never knew that from any of the pictures you post!”
Well of course not! It’s not something about which I boast!
Thankfully she came up with a solution that’s very unique!
I recently made her suggested proposition…
And tricked my child into a compassionate mission:
We’ve arranged a “donation”
For a poor hairless patient
It’s SO WRONG! But he agreed of his own volition!
In return for his gesture of goodwill for someone who’s bald
He gets a hairdo for summer that will have grandma appalled!
He wants to go punk rock
With a ruby red Mohawk!
Which I approved of, though Hubby’s not enthralled.
But back to this morning, and my April Fools joke
He was busy brushing his teeth and didn’t notice the slight poke…
I pinned up his rat-tail in his sister’s hair clip
Then took out some scissors and made a loud snip!
“Goodbye, old rat-tail!” I cheerfully spoke!
With a gasp, his hand flew to the back of his neck!
And feeling nothing there, he shouted “WHAT THE HECK!!?”
“I know it’s not summer yet,” I started to say
As he turned around frantically, totally betrayed!
“APRIL FOOLS!” was delivered with a fond peck! =)