My husband asked me to cut his hair. He doesn’t like to pay someone to cut his hair when we own our own clippers. If I shave his head every eight weeks for the next fifty years, I will cut his hair three hundred and twenty five times. If a haircut is fifteen dollars, we will save four thousand eight hundred and seventy five dollars.
I showed him the WAHL made in the USA adjustable clippers, ” Do you want me to cut with this blade?”
He glanced at the clippers and said, ” Sure.”
I laughed as I shaved off the front part of his hair making paths in his hair like a snow shovel through a snowdrift.
“Why are you laughing. That’s not a good sign when your wife starts to laugh when she’s cutting your hair.”
“Look in the mirror.” I said as I showed off my shoveled paths.
“Oh no. It’s too short. What clipper are you using?”
“The one that I showed you.”
“We cut it with a number three last time. This is a number one. Well, we are committed now. Let’s finish it,”
As I finished shaving off the rest of my husband’s hair I thought of the story in the bible when Peter asked Jesus how many times he had to forgive his brother and sister when they sinned against him. Peter asked, ” Do I forgive him seven times?” Jesus answered “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.
“Is this the last time you want me to cut your hair?” I asked. ” Are you sure you don’t want to pay someone to cut your hair next time?”
“I like my haircut. You can cut my hair every time I need a haircut for the rest of my life.”
He forgave me. And. He does look likeYul Brynner from the King and I – if Brynner had gone camping and hadn’t shaved for a week.
