The little man was getting shaggy. Looked and it has been three months since his last cut. So we went to get a haircut. And naturally that meant the little woman wanted one also.
She got a good six inches cut off in about two to four minutes. Looked okay.
He got all his shag cut off and looks so much more handsome. Took a good 12 to 15 minutes. I'm sitting there amazed at the cut he got.
We get home, do our stuff, take a nap, etc. Then I'm looking at her hair and it is a horrible cut. There isn't just a few spare hair that got missed. So we needed to go to the store and also went back to the haircut place. Naturally they were closed, so tomorrow we go back to get her hair fixed.
She wants to tell me it is fine. I tell her it is not. She looks like I cut it and even I might have done a better job. Then she told me she would just keep it covered all the time. Nope, not having it. We are getting it fixed. I want her to see that it is okay to do that. You don't have to let crappy work stand.
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