Oh, here's a silly story: the other day I decided to cut the kids hair myself rather than pay $60 to go to the stupid kids' salon. It turned out to be well worth the ConAir scissors I bought at tarJ: their haircuts looked pretty good (read not terrible) and I was pleased with my thrifty handiness. But it must have given H the idea that one doesn't need to go to the hair dresser's to have their hair cut. The damn self reliant montessori philosphopy strikes again: H took it upon himself to cut his own hair. Well, weed wack it is more like it. The result: out came the clippers and H and Dad now have matching hair cuts (well except for that large chunk missing from his right forelock).
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