I’m No Hairstylist!
Grandma and Grandpa don’t get here until the end of October and Dallen’s bangs were really long. Poor kid had to tilt his head back to see (unless I pushed his hair out of the way). You see, Grandma is the one that cuts the boys’ hair.
You know it’s really bad when women at church start offering to trim his bangs.
We were sitting at dinner (just me and the kids) the other night and I couldn’t handle it anymore. His bangs had to be trimmed. I went into George’s ditty bag and pulled out a pair of hair trimming scissors.
While Dallen was eating I attempted to trim his bangs without cutting them all different lengths. I didn’t cut like a hairstylist, but I didn’t do too bad either 🙂