I won!

After weeks of prodding my teenage son into getting a haircut, he finally said to me the other day, “Mom, I think if I got a haircut to get some of the hair off my forehead, maybe I wouldn’t get so many zits there.”

Score one for me!

This is how I win battles at my house. I make suggestions.

“You know, Austin, if you hair was shorter the sunlight could reach you scalp better and help your psoriasis.”

“You know, Austin, maybe your forehead wouldn’t break out so much if your hair was a little shorter.”

Now I don’t know how true either of those statements are but it worked a lot better than the “Cut your hair or you don’t get to go to Disneyland” threat (Yes! I really did say that). He knows I would never follow through.

I figure, if I plant enough suggestions he will eventually think something is his idea. On the haircut front, this has worked exactly twice. Until I figured this out it took a mix of bribery and the “You’ll do it because I tell you to do it” line.

I took a before and after picture and he looked at me like I was about to board the crazy train but I had to document my win. When I told him this, he rolled his eyes and I could tell he was mentally waving goodbye as I rode off on the crazy train. The conversation that followed went something like this:

“Mom. It was my idea.”

“That’s what you think. I won.”

“No. You didn’t. It was my idea.”

“Whatever. I still won.”

“Mom! You’re weird!”

He can think I am weird all he wants. I won! And I have the pictures to prove it. I admit the after looks like he is in the military but give it a couple of weeks and it will look like the before.