Remember that haircut I described in my last post? How bad it was? Well, now I have proof.
I can't look at it without both laughing and cringing in intervals. I Think of it a little like the cliched 'baby's first haircut', but with a very unfortunate twist. Instead, it is 'mommy's first haircut', and in lieu of a swatch of hair and a cute little frame to commemorate, I get this.
The funny thing is that as bad as it was, I have not dared try again. How can you argue with a three year-old who, when you mention fixing his hair begs,"Please Mommy, not a haircut."
Look, even his little sister is cautious.
"Are you kidding? I saw what you did to this other guy!"