Just kidding. No, seriously. When I was a kid, my mom always had my hair cut short. I don't know why. Maybe she just didn't want to mess with long hair. But I still remember once our family was in a restaurant and I was probably 5 and I was wearing a purple turtleneck (it was the 70's my friends, that was high fashion) and the waitress said, "Would you like milk for your boys?" and I can't remember if I said it or just thought it, but I remember thinking, "I am not a boy!" I'm sure I looked like a boy. But that incident stuck with me my entire life. After I was old enough to have a say in how I wore my hair I never had short hair again.
And I promised myself that my daughters would never have short hair, either. And so every morning at the breakfast table we have this little ritual. I carry my equipment around the table and do hair.