Some people crave change. They change jobs every few years, switch out their wardrobe every other season, and rearrange the layout of their living room every few months. But not Adam. And his hair is a prime example. Recently he informed me that he has had two “major” changes in hairstyle over the past ten years. The first was on his mission when he began using gel to part his hair. And the second was when he succumbed to my feminine persuasions and grew sideburns while we were dating. Big changes indeed. (I guess like marries like: the last time I changed my hairstyle was right after high school.)
But this week Adam made the fourth and most drastic change of all...
...Before
Under the trimmer...
All done! No more hair!
People's reactions to Adam's summer cut varied, but the strongest was Allison's. Since I cut Adam's hair at night, and since he left for work before Allison woke up the next morning, she didn't get to see the new hair cut until the next evening, when we met Adam at a lab social event. Adam ran up to greet us and reached out to take Allison, but she would have nothing to do with him. She just scowled at him and clung tighter to me. Rejected by his own daughter. So that was the only downside of the hair cut. But since then Allison has gotten used to it, and now when Adam comes home from work she grins and pats her head. Then he bends down and she feels his hair and laughs.
