Are you talking to me or chewing a brick?

on Oct 13 in General by

Evan and I both had haircuts today. Mine was significant only in that it further reduced my already depleted stock. Evan’s haircut however was the first one he’d ever had.

Actually that’s untrue. When he was around six months old we took the scissors to his locks in order to get rid of a strange mohawk thing he had going on. But that didn’t count as a proper haircut, more of a trim really. This time we gave his entire head a good going over with the electric hair clippers. A team of South Australian sheep shearers couldn’t have done a better job.

Unfortunately we don’t like it. He’s gone from looking like little Lord Faulteroy to looking like Vinnie Jones. He’s also recently accidently acquired a black eye from an over exuberant big sister, and this only serves to add to the hard man image.

Perhaps we could hire him out as a bouncer at the playgym or something.

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