If you've ever met me, you know I have a great many talents -- but cutting hair is not among them. I've butchered my son's fine, sandy blonde hair every time I've tried to cut it. Which is okay. Really, it is. He wears a hat for a few weeks while the jagged edges and bald spots even out. Eventually he looks semi-normal again. The key is that I keep trying. I have to get it right before he's old enough to experience shame.
This last hair cut was ... rough. He was wiggly, I was tired, my scissors are apparently missing some important pieces. So I didn't do a great job. I did such a bad job, my husband came in and said, "Um. That's bad. Like really bad. Maybe we should just buzz him."
My husband has a love-love relationship with his hair clippers. For as long as I've known him, I've never known his hair to be longer than an inch. He cuts it with military precision every 2-3 weeks and we've never paid for a professional haircut for him.
So, thinking he was the expert, I agreed to let him give our kid a crew cut.
Asher was not a fan.
Okay, so it didn't turn out terrible. He's still a handsome little guy. Still, I think next time either of us suggest a DIY haircut, we'll make an appointment with a barber shop instead.