Entry FeedI guess I did such a great job with Daughter's hair cut that Son One decided he wanted one.
Today, Son Two came home from hockey camp with a hair cut. No - another kid didn't do it during the arts & crafts session - Daddy had picked him up and taken him by the barber. Son Two really likes to get his money's worth out of his haircuts - and he only goes three times a year. I was just getting used to his long, shaggy do, but now he is back to my cute, clean-cut little boy.
Son One, on the other hand, wanted to keep his long locks. He needs a trim, but is afraid the the barber will take too much off. This is why he asked me to cut it.
I got my scissors ready, along with a comb, a glass of water to wet his hair, and a towel for his shoulders. We sat out on the front steps. and I started.
Here was son's hair before:
(Son One is the shaggier kid on the left)
Again - no working camera, so no "after" haircut. However, as he was very insistent on keeping the long hair, I took off an average of half a centimetre.
Yep, that's right. Half a centimetre. Husband didn't see the difference. However, as I am neither a haridresser nor barber, I didn't want to risk giving him a really bad haircut; and I thought that the chances were pretty good that I would end up taking him somewhere tomorrow for a "fix" and I didn't want to blow his chances of keeping the shaggy mop.
Unfortunately, half way through the haircut his nose started bleeding. Third time today! Luckily, as we were sitting on the front stairs, I just handed him a paper towel and kept cutting. There is currently a blood stain on the stairs. I read that highway patrol officers use Coke to wash the blood off of the roads because it is corrosive enough and cheap. May have to try that...