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Friday Family History: Boys Will be Boys

Another Friday, another family classic story.

My youngest son has the most gorgeous red, curly hair.  From the time he was a baby, women have commented on the beauty of his locks.  


When he was about 6 or 7 years old, his older brother apparently got tired of looking at the somewhat unkempt loose curls.

I was on my way to the garage, to switch a load of laundry, when my oldest son stopped me with a supposedly rhetorical question.

"Mom, what if an older brother was tired of his brother's hair, and so he tried to give him a haircut, but it didn't turn out quite right?"

"Bring him out here and I'll fix it."

By "it," I meant the haircut.  In actuality, "it" turned out to mean the one remaining hair.  My oldest son had completely buzzed (without a guard) my youngest son's head.  Well, he had left one stray hair behind one ear.  I snipped that one hair and my poor son was completely bald.  

Amazingly, youngest son had gone along with this whole barbershop activity.  Still, it seemed that some sort of consequence was in order.  I assigned oldest son the task of finishing the load of laundry, and started to head to bed.   

Youngest son then asked, "What about my punishment?"

"You're wearing it for the next year."



  


Do you have any "kids with scissors" (or clippers) stories to share?

Thanks for regrowth!


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  1. LOVE IT and what GORGEOUS hair!!! Is it still red and curly?

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  2. Hahahahha! Hilarious. You handled it quite well.
    My daughter is the only one who has taken scissors to hair. The story goes, the oldest told her she should cut her hair, so she did. Thankfully she just did the front of her hair where she could look up and see what she was doing. She gave herself bangs that I just needed to straighten out a bit.

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  3. Oh, those guys!!! Luckely, it grows back on its own...
    I tried to trim my bangs for the school photographer. I was 4 or 5. With a big piece of my bangs missing....
    link to picture on Facebook (hope this will work..)
    https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=405044436243911&set=t.100002150730301&type=3&theater

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  4. Loved this story: I'm sure it is more humorous now than it was then, right? ;oD

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  5. Funny story beautiful red hair!

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  6. Have you read Kimberly's blog and her hair cutting experience with Olivia? I had several hair cutting experiences over the years! Thankfully it always grows!! I think we need a better picture of the baldness! :-)

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  7. My mom did daycare when we were small and one of the kids decided to play hairdresser on our My Little Ponies and Barbies. Not satisfied she then convinced my little sister to sit for a "do". She proceeded to lift up the hair straight down the top middle of my sisters head and cut it all off in one big lop. She sported the biggest comb over for many many many months!

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  8. Neither of my children ever tried that. Me, however, allowed my younger sister to grab a pair of scissors and do a little trim on herself! Yes, I got in trouble, but it was worth it!

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  9. Or, straight-haired big brother was tired of all the attention his curly-locked little brother was getting. Interesting that little brother thought he was in trouble too! I cut my older son's beautiful curly hair until he was in high school. My younger son, watching this, demanded a barber from the time he was six.

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  10. Love those gorgeous red curls! Many years ago my daughter who must have been about 5 at the time cut her bangs off! She had gone to the bathroom and came out without them! She denied having cut them and was outraged that I had accused her of it! Of course she was the only one in the bathroom and the bathroom floor was now covered in hair! Busted!

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  11. My daughter, also a beautiful redhead, cut her own bangs when she was about 5. And by cut, I mean lopped them all the way to the scalp right in the front of her head. I was horrified, but somehow I didn't get a picture.

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