At 8:30 p.m. on Saturday I looked at my freshly shampooed Zeke.
Me: Zeke. What is up with your hair?
I ran my fingers through his hair and shreiked.
Me: Zeke! What have you done!
Victor: I think he cut his hair with scissors.
At 8:40 p.m. on Saturday, Jeremy had the clippers out and Zeke was getting his first ever buzz cut. It's a short 3 on top and a 1 on the sides and back.
At 12:30 p.m. on Sunday, Zeke was insisting we call him Soldier during lunch.
1 comment:
This happens to the best of us! Ay ay ay, kids and scissors...never a good combo when hair is involved. :)
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