Frugal times call for sometimes desperate measures, so I convinced Charlie to let me cut his hair. It was going well until I got to the part where I had to use scissors, and I realized they were not the sharpest tool in the...uh, box? Guess we need to invest in some shears. So here it is -- what do you think?
Ok, I only paused to soothe a sleepy baby, but it was good timing for a photo. I wasn't joking about the scissors though. He ended up having to shave it because I couldn't get them to cut his hair.
Nora was intrigued by daddy's new look
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