hair cuttery

Yesterday, Max spent the day at home. He and Mike were both looking a little shaggy, so they went off to the barbershop. Their haircuts looked great, and all was fine.

Last night, the cable guy had to come to bring a new remote control. (Liam had managed to kill the old one by dropping it one too many times, and the cable doesn't work without it.) While I was busy dealing with the cable guy, the boys were happily ensconced in the office, coloring and cutting out Valentine hearts for me.

So the cable guy went out to his truck to prepare the paperwork for me to sign, and I walked back to check on the boys. Along the way, I kept seeing these tufts of hair on the floor. There was a tuft on the stairs, a few tufts in the kitchen, and a tuft on one of the ottomans in the office. At first, I just thought, wow, they did a terrible job cleaning up Max's hair at the barbershop. But then I realized that this was definitely too much hair to have been related to that.

When asked, Liam readily admitted that it was his hair. That's right, a home chop job. He said it was too long and that it was bugging him, so he cut it off. He said that he wishes he could get a haircut like Joe's. (Joe's head is shaved bald, in case you were wondering.) We still had Valentines to attend to last night, so Liam didn't get his haircut, but it's looking like we'll have to shave him bald since he's got a giant spot right in front that he managed to cut all the way to the scalp (I'm not sure how he cut it that close with safety scissors, but he managed somehow).

He's got the big bald spot, a bunch of other places chopped really close to his head, and one lonely curl in front that managed to avoid the slaughter. Needless to say, Liam's teachers were all very impressed when he walked into school this morning looking like this: