Usually a 'trim and tidy' will suffice. On this occasion, however, I am not able to look the barber in the eye as I outline my four-year-old's requirements:
"So, there are two things that you need to know." (Here I cough and clear my throat.) "Um, he has clumps of alien goo stuck into the left hand side of his head which will need cutting out..." I pause for a moment, (thinking back to the small pocket money alien-embryo toy that we bought yesterday and regretted almost immediately) and then find that the words, "And he'd like you to cut it like Niall from One Direction," tumble out.
I know which one I feel more unsettled by.
I also never cease to be amazed by the statements I am forced to make as a parent...
Currently reading: Igboland by Jeff Gardiner