Remember the awesomeness that was the mohawks? You know, the ones that after four years I have finally embraced?
Somebody decided that we were done with them for this year and took the scissors to my poor boy's head:
No, it was not McKay, as you can see in this terribly out of focus picture. [Sorry. I was in a hurry.]
It was definitely not Chase or Hannah. Not even our cousin Emmie, who is fond of playing barbershop on her own bangs from time to time, committed this travesty. It was not the two-year-old boy who lives down the street.
Though we would expect such behavior out of him.
IT. WAS. THE. HUSBAND.
As you can see, he took the scissors to my little Mack's head, chopping to the scalp in some spots. One would THINK that a grown man would not attempt such a juvenile, foolish, and insensible act of vandalism.
The tragedy in all of this is the damage was unfixable by the barber. Not even the fine specimens one finds at the local Super Cuts could fix what the Husband had done.
So sadly, for the next month or two, this is what my darling boy will look like:
And believe me when I tell you, the angry look on McKay's face is mirrored exactly by my own.
The one bright spot in this bleak storm of blinding rage was Chase's comment to McKay. He said, "Don't worry, Mack. It takes confidence to wear a buzz. You'll see. You'll feel great by the time it grows back in."
Unfortunately, that will be long before I'm ready to forgive the Husband.
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