We decided to get a slight hair-trimming before we left for our trip. Jonah, Mommy, Daddy, and I went to a walk-in place and got hair cuts. Jonah looks great. Mommy....not so much. Her short hair is now incredibly short (more than she asked for but the woman wasn't paying attention) and to be upfront...It's short. Really short. It sticks up in all sorts of funny ways too. But it will grow so Mommy was upset but nothing bad. Just mostly embarrassed for not having enough patience to wait for her friend to cut it. She does a great job. Listens too.
Then Daddy decided he wanted Mommy to cut Dylan's hair rather than pay for anyone else to do it. Mommy was unsure from the beginning (she had flashbacks to a time when she was a kid and tried to cut her dogs hair....let's just say it ended badly). But Daddy convinced Mommy and a fancy set of clippers was purchased.
Mommy's flashback of a crappy doggy haircut became a living nightmare when she and Daddy attempted to cut my hair. It's bad. REALLY bad.
REALLY, REALLY, REEEEAAAAALLLLLY bad.
Mommy needs a tissue. I think those clippers are going into the trash.
It's pretty bad. Okay, VERY bad.
How bad? See that chunk that got taken out in the back? Yep. BAD!
But at least I have my glasses on. This is my 5th pair (I got them today) and I haven't broken them yet. I guess that's something to celebrate.
Do you think Rogaine would help?