A Haircut

I went to help Mike mow.  I left the kids home with Constance babysitting.  When  I got home it took me a little bit but I finally noticed Nic's hair.  Down the middle was A LOT shorter then the sides.

I asked him what happened.  Silence.  I asked him if he cut his hair.  He hid his little face and nodded.  I told home I was going to have to shave his head to fix it.  He asked if I had to do his whole head.  I told him yes.  As I went to get the clippers I happened to look in their bathroom and found where he had cut his hair.

He tried to clean it all up -- I found this in the trash and then found strands in the tub, sink and on the floor.

I used the largest guard I could get away with and cut his hair.  I asked him kindly to please not cut his hair again.

I figure we haven't done too bad -- 3 kids and nobody gives themselves a haircut until the youngest does it and he does it at age 6.  Bless his little heart -- I really couldn't get upset he was upset enough on his own.  I kept reminding him that hair grows back.