Thursday, June 17, 2004
Early Father's Day Celebration
Our last Sunday night in Maryland, we celebrated Father’s Day (a week early because I was in town). I gave my father yet another present which he seemed less than enthused to receive – he is very hard to please when it comes to gifts.
During the celebration, my sister Kate shared one of her favorite stories about my father. She was in about the third grade and it was the night before school photos were to be taken. My Dad decided he should clean up her haircut a little for the photo. He sat Kate up on a stool in our kitchen in Bowie. I stood nearby to watch.
Snip. Snip. Oops.
My Dad had only left about an inch of hair over my sister’s forehead. He was just a little ahead of his times, creating the Betty Page bangs, which are again so popular now in 2004. But in 1983, this was not the fashionable look. I immediately fell into a giggling fit.
“You gave her a bowl cut!” I burst out laughing, enticing my Dad to pull a bowl out of the kitchen cabinet, which he then placed over her head.
“No, I didn’t. See. The haircut I gave her doesn’t follow the lines of the bowl at all.” He then contemplated the bowl on Kate's head and held out the scissors, pretending to consider the idea. “Shall we?” Then we both started to laugh hysterically.
My sister jumped up from the stool and ran out of the kitchen.
“Dad! What did you do to my hair?” She rushed into the bathroom to assess the damages. “Dad!”
We could hear her screams from the bathroom at the other end of the house.
I followed Kate to the bathroom to try to console her and brainstorm for how to fix the situation for the school photo, but I couldn’t keep from laughing, so she stormed out of the bathroom and off into her bedroom.
The next day, when she sat down in front of the school photographer, she tried raising her eyebrows to bring them closer to the bottom of the bangs. But the photographer refused to take the photo until she relaxed her face. A wise photographer, I'd guess.
Kate still has not recovered from the trauma of that haircut. Yet that photo is charming in a way. Fortunately, Kate's post-traumatic haircut stress did not prevent her from finding a handsome pair of clippers - oops, I mean slippers - to give our Dad for Father's Day.
During the celebration, my sister Kate shared one of her favorite stories about my father. She was in about the third grade and it was the night before school photos were to be taken. My Dad decided he should clean up her haircut a little for the photo. He sat Kate up on a stool in our kitchen in Bowie. I stood nearby to watch.
Snip. Snip. Oops.
My Dad had only left about an inch of hair over my sister’s forehead. He was just a little ahead of his times, creating the Betty Page bangs, which are again so popular now in 2004. But in 1983, this was not the fashionable look. I immediately fell into a giggling fit.
“You gave her a bowl cut!” I burst out laughing, enticing my Dad to pull a bowl out of the kitchen cabinet, which he then placed over her head.
“No, I didn’t. See. The haircut I gave her doesn’t follow the lines of the bowl at all.” He then contemplated the bowl on Kate's head and held out the scissors, pretending to consider the idea. “Shall we?” Then we both started to laugh hysterically.
My sister jumped up from the stool and ran out of the kitchen.
“Dad! What did you do to my hair?” She rushed into the bathroom to assess the damages. “Dad!”
We could hear her screams from the bathroom at the other end of the house.
I followed Kate to the bathroom to try to console her and brainstorm for how to fix the situation for the school photo, but I couldn’t keep from laughing, so she stormed out of the bathroom and off into her bedroom.
The next day, when she sat down in front of the school photographer, she tried raising her eyebrows to bring them closer to the bottom of the bangs. But the photographer refused to take the photo until she relaxed her face. A wise photographer, I'd guess.
Kate still has not recovered from the trauma of that haircut. Yet that photo is charming in a way. Fortunately, Kate's post-traumatic haircut stress did not prevent her from finding a handsome pair of clippers - oops, I mean slippers - to give our Dad for Father's Day.
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