Thursday, November 4, 2010

why parents shouldn't be allowed to have scissors.


cash's hair has been getting a little...unruly.
some old lady even thought he was a girl on halloween (clearly, she needed glasses.)
i trimmed his bangs (terribly) a week or so ago.
and then the other night i thought it would be a good idea to trim the back of his head, reducing the mullet-esque thing he had going on back there.
the result was a whole lot of party on the sides, but business in the front and back.
not cute.
so nate decided to take matters into his own hands.
midway through he had given cash a bald spot and the appearance of fluffy ear hair.
also not cute.
nate and i discussed (loudly) the finer points of why there are people called barbers.
and then he wielded the scissors again:


this had all the warning signs of a complete and utter disaster, but in the end it didn't turn out so bad.
i would have chalked this up as a win for nate, but that bald spot (which we have to artfully comb his hair over) cost him the title.
we're calling this one a tie.

[[sidenote: is it weird that we keep score? i don't think so.]]

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