Ok. File this under “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
The cheesedoodle’s hair is really long. After his bath it looks like this:
Now I occasionally trim up the mackerdoodle’s ‘do, because it’s pretty much a straight line across the bangs and another across the length. Even that I don’t do well, so I was less than excited about the idea of trimming up my son’s hair. Boy hair is hard! And my son grabs everything that enters his personal bubble. I don’t want to wave scissors near those lightning quick fingers.
But I do Jonathan’s hair with clippers. That’s easier, right?
Now, Jonathan uses a #3 guard. The cheesedoodle’s head is smaller, so he needs a smaller guard, right? Maybe a #1.
OH NO! What have I done?
The mackerdoodle took one look at her brother, then covered her head with her arms and said, “I not need a haircut!”
You know all my friends said things like: “my son just had his first haircut and now he looks like a big boy.” Well, I sort of went backwards on that one. Oh well. It’s just hair. It will grow back. Right?