Tuesday was check-in day for Meego at the high school. EEP, my *baby* is in high school!
It so happens, I was tutoring one of Meego's classmates over the summer, and Tuesday morning, just before check-in, was our last session.
My tutee showed up looking crisp and alert. At one point, he was working and a small hair clipping fell onto his paper.
"Oh, ha! I'm shedding!", he remarked, "I just got a haircut".
And I knew it was probably because it was check-in day, which is also Picture Day = photo ID day. I'd been thinking of that because, lo and behold, Meego had actually requested a haircut a couple of days prior! But, alas, I - being the barber of Abbyville - had yet to get around to it.
And there we were. Picture Day was upon us. And there I was, with my crisp looking, freshly shorn student - someone else's kid - while Meego languished in his mop top on the verge of being before the camera.
I think it was band camp that did it. All that hair... trying to stuff it under his hat each day, thinking how much cooler and easier short hair would be.
So he not only requested a haircut, but he said he was seriously contemplating a short haircut, like from the days of yore. Works for me!
Except... I was busy, y'know? The schedules just didn't align properly to get it done before check-in day. So, off Meego went to get his school year ducks in a row. He returned with his fresh photo ID.
Then yesterday, we finally got to the shearing.
He seems happy with it, while feeling a bit weird. There's also some concern about the start of school next week.
When he shows his ID...
will anyone believe it's him?