I’ve been cutting hair forever, which isn’t any indication of my skill, which frankly, isn’t so great. Here’s how it all started: I picked up a pair of clippers back in junior high and somehow took on the role of the family barber. I gave my brothers bowl cuts (shudder), cut my dad’s hair (and made a zillion mistakes), even trimmed my mom’s bangs and gave my sister some pretty stylin’ do’s! And, these days, I’m still cutting hair for my boys (my theory: why take them to a barber shop when they’ll just scream and I’ll probably do a better job at home, anyway?). But lately my haircuts haven’t been so hot. Take Russell’s haircut last week–when the above happened. He turned and giggled at exactly the wrong moment. Oh well. He doesn’t seem to mind.
And, here’s a picture of Carson being … Carson. For some reason whenever I bring out the camera these days, this is the face he makes: