Strange Man

Those of you who know Jon know that he typically keeps his hair in a pretty close cut. I like his hair short. He usually respects that. That arrangement usually works out well for us.

That having been said, this is a story about this summer.

Jon and I do a good bit of stuff with the youth group at church. I think one of the reasons Jon likes hanging out because it helps him feel like he's still that young. So...at the beginning of the summer, some of his 'boys' decided to go all summer without a haircut or a shave. Jon, being the cool adult he is, decided he should do that too.

When he told me about this preposterous plan, I figured it would be short-lived and didn't pay much attention. A few weeks later, I was beginning to get worried though, because we were about to leave for our trip to Honduras. I thought, "For sure he won't go down there without a trim..." You see, Jon's hair doesn't lay down like normal hair. It grows straight out. That means the longer he lets it grow, the bigger his head gets. And his head isn't one of the 'smaller models' to start with! ;)

Well, he didn't cut it for Honduras, so this is what he looked like down there...
And even though a couple of the boys in the 'deal' had backed down and cut their hair (their mommas made them...but wives don't count, I guess!) Jon's hair just kept growing....

When we decided to head to Michigan, I again thought for sure he would cut his hair. Why not? The people up there only see him once every year-at most. Why not trim up? But nope...just kept growing...

Thank goodness for a new job...because that's what finally made him decide the craziness needed to come to a stop! One Sunday night we put the kids to bed, then he got out his clippers. This is the pre-cut picture. In.Sane.

This is at 'hair-cut half-time'...

Ah....how refreshing!! There's my old Juan!

The whole reason I even made a post about this is because of the following story...I never want to forget it!!!

Remember, Jon cut his hair Sunday night after the kids went to bed. It had been over 2 months since his last haircut. Monday morning, Jon got up, got ready, went downstairs to get his stuff together, and ran out to the car to take some stuff out. While he was out at the car for 2 minutes, Jordan woke up and started to stumble over toward my room. Apparently she had gone down one step and was just standing there when Jon came back in for a second. Jordan looked down the stairs, saw Jon, and in a split-second turned on a dime and skidded up the stairs and into my room. She ran up to my side of the bed and told me...

"Mommy!! A man just came in the front door, and I don't know his name!"

Like I said. It was time for a haircut!