Another post that was featured on facebook yesterday evening, but needs to be popped somewhere less transient for purposes of posterity.
I got home last night to discover that while the babysitter had been making the kids’ dinner, Alex had cut his own fringe.
He was extremely proud, as you can see from the huge grin above. Some words were had, mainly about the presence of scissors (albeit safety scissors) near his eyes, but I believe that this is actually a rite of passage of sorts.
After all, it’s not like his Dad hasn’t had his fair share of dodgy haircuts over the years…
My Son did the same… quite a few times. Once before picture day at school (combing the hair to cover the gap was not easy) and once, strangely, deciding to thin out his eyebrows… by shaving it (I can only guess he saw me tweezing mine).
Diva > There will be trouble if this happens again.
You can take the boy out of Eng-ger-land.
Is that rude?
Rafa > Haha! No, not rude, but a bit inaccurate. Alex was born in Cape Town and has only been to England twice. 😉
Know he was born here. I am a blog reader!
I blame you and genetics. And while I’m at it, Sharks too!
Rafa > Everyone blames the sharks.
But then, it’s often their fault.