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.
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.]]