NOT a hairdresser

For the record, haircutting will NOT be my next occupation. Yesterday, Brecken said to me, “Meh-me, cut Brecken’s hair?” Since he is not one who enjoys such a task, I jumped on it. I oiled up my dog-hair cutting clippers (maybe this was my first mistake), sat him in the chair & used the ¼” guard on the back of his hair – ok….looking pretty decent. Based on my professional experience, I thought I should go with the ½” guard for the front part of his hair….do a little fade, ya know, make it look real nice. I snapped on the guard & went to work. I saw something flicker to the floor out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it was hair, I continued to bzzzz along, which leads us to picture one….. It wasn't hair that flickered to the floor, it was the guard. I nearly scalped the poor kid.

This was also the point at which Brecken decided he was done with the haircut. I thought I could wait until this weekend for my sister-in-law (the REAL professional hairdresser) to do it, but NO, anal me, couldn’t stand it any longer. So, I bribed him with M&M’s & the prospect of a playdate today & buzzed it all. It’s still not a knock-your-socks off type of cut….but it’s a step in the right direction. I think he looks pretty cute with the buzz AND he didn’t throw a fit when I washed it in the tub. I think we’ll keep it short.