My son’s hair was getting long. Crazy, hippy long. He doesn’t like it really short so we allow him to have it shaggy so that haircuts are at their minimum. Well, last night I had enough of the hair. I found my trusty hair cutting scissors and went to work on his poor little head. It was only this morning that I could really see the aftermath of my work.
Poor guy. I was so into it last night. Scissors and hair were flying and I was thinking to myself, “I am pretty good. We will go to church and everyone will love his haircut. Who needs Great Clips.” WE DO. His bangs are lopsided.
See?! Really short. Just another item he can add to his list for his therapist.
Here is the weigh in of this morning….