I've been cutting Sam's hair for three and a half years. And it usually turns out pretty good.
But last night -- I got distracted, and started the hair cut without the attachment, and this is what happened. . . .
After he saw it, he tried to get me to fix it his way.
Sam: "Do the same thing to the other side. That way my friends will think that's how I wanted it."
Mom: "No way. Just tell them you had to have brain surgery."
Sam: "There aren't any stitches. No one will believe that."
Mom: "You could have had the surgery will a small microscopic device."
Sam: "Or I could just tell everyone that my mom butchered me."
I guess that's the truth.
