So I'm sitting next to Big Dog in the living room. I'm watching TV, he's being a bit too quiet. Finally he turns to me and says "My hair grew shorter!" And lo and behold it had. Or rather he'd cut giant chunks of hair out of his bangs and over his ears. Safe they may be, but safety scissors can still cut hair apparently.
Luckily I have recently become the family barber. I got my gear and gave him a very short haircut to try to blend the tiny bangs and missing chunks in. Sure it broke my heart a bit because I had been trying to grow his hair into a hip surfer/skater kind of shag, but what's done is done.
I guess when he starts telling me his hair is too long I need to act fast or he'll take matters into his own hands. I was just a little surprised to have this childhood rite of passage take place when I was no more than 12 inches from his side. I'm going to blame my lung rot for distracting me. Or at least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Pasta ala Fridge
12 years ago
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Every child I know cuts their hair at some point. And it is your job to take pictures of him while he looks goofy. His bride will thank you at their wedding one day.
On Marissa's fourth attempt at cutting her own hair it was, indeed, with a pair of safety scissors. Those things work damn good!
that's so funny, because he told you he wanted a hair cut on Friday night. That's what you get for getting sick :)
brandon did this shit for the second time last week. little turd. right in the front of his hair too. last time the little shit not only cut his hair but he cut tons and tons of holes in his shirt. i was NOT impressed
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