There should be a universal law which makes it illegal for fathers to cut their children's hair.
In the Southern hemisphere, this law should be regionalised to specifically prohibit Graeme from going anywhere near a pair of scissors or sharp implements for any reason whatsoever. Any infringement should result in immediate castration...
As you've probably guessed, there's been a bit of a 'mishap' in our household concerning Jimmy's hair.
After months of listening to Graeme complain that his beloved bub looked like a girl, I caved in. There was some semblance of truth that his little comb-over was out of control, with the long bits getting matted and his rat tail disappearing into the fold of his 'chins'...
Truth be told, even I was a little disturbed at how 'pretty' he looked when we put some clips in his hair at our Christmas party. He looked like a mini-me...
So the scissors came out. I did the back and sides and the job was brilliant. Gray did the front - big mistake...
I knew we were in trouble when the phrase, 'whoops', passed his lips..... The resulting fringe over Jimmy's eyes is ridiculously short, uneven and is incredibly unflattering... Gray reckons it occurred because his young son moved - yeah right! I blame it on incompetence or a subconscious jealously and sabotage because Graeme has no hair......
As you can see, I'm still upset.... And I will be for a while.... Sniff...
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