It Was An Accident, I Swear

OK. So something happened today.

You see, when the baby was born, he had kind of a folded ear. He must have been laying on it in the womb or something. No biggie, the ENT just taped it down for a few weeks. The worst part of it was that he needed to have a bit of his hair shaved off so that the tape would stick.

Anyway, the ear was fixed and the tape came off, but now he had a patch of hair missing, that just looked strange.

So my husband took him to a haircut place, where he asked if the person could try and give him a little trim, and you know, fade it in a bit.

I'm not sure where the "stylist" got her hair cutting degree from, but she gave him the worst haircut that I have ever seen in my entire life. It honestly was the epitome of a bowl haircut. And apparently, my baby also has a chubby scalp, because suddenly you could see bald wrinkles running down the back of his head, that made him look like he was half baby, and half hairless cat.

See picture for proof.

So my husband brings him home, and I cry. My baby! All of his vanity laiden fuzzy baby hair is ruined!

MOMMY TO THE RESCUE!

I mean how difficult can a fro-hawk really be?

Except that I don't have any experience in cutting hair. In fact, the only hair cutting tool I have, is my husband's eye brow trimmer.

Let's just say that an hour later, my baby is basically bald.

From an eyebrow trimmer.

Lesson learned.

(No photograph of his current haircut is attached at this time, because I don't want him to turn 16 and kill me).