Two days ago, Momma decided, after her own observations collided with my comments, that Zoe needed her bangs cut. She called me into the bathroom and asked if I could bring her a pair of scissors, which I did. I then told her she should probably wait until her hair was dry to cut her bangs, so she did.

Twenty minutes later, my daughter ran up to me, sporting bangs that were two inches too short ! Half of her forehead from her bangs to her hair was exposed, and there was a section by her temple that was not even cut. My poor, beautiful daughter now looked like she cut her won hair.

I immediately was brought back to a time in my life I am not to proud of. See, my mother got into this kick when I was a young man, pretty much all of my younger years actually, where she decided that she would do our haircuts. Big mistake. This was apparent when she would leave our hacked up looking like, in her words, “Mr. Tudball”, a lovable character from the Carol Burnett show. One of the funny things about Mr. Tudball was the toupee that he wore that kept falling forward and getting improperly readjusted.

I guess you know your haircut is awful when the barber (term used very loosely) laughs hysterically when looking at their abomination, that is in YOUR HEAD! Can you say “Scarred for life!”

Needless to say, I advised my wife, who immediately acquiesced, that she was never to cut a hair on Zoe’s pretty little head. She suggested a phone call to our future daughter-in-law, Brittany, who just graduated cosmetology school, to come ove rand clean up her mess. She’ll be here Friday.

Good thing the new digital camera I bought online hasn’t come in the mail yet!

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