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Pretend your husband was a bit of a goofball, though less of one than he used to be as his hair grays around the temples...
Pretend he tried to convince you to cut his hair (and your boys' hair) at home, clinging to a few great arguments...
Think of the money we'll save.
You won't have to take them to the barber shop (a notoriously wretched experience.)
I hate when other people touch my head.
Pretend you started to evaluate his argument and finally gave in, at least one one head of hair. Pretend you stood outside the bathroom listening to the incessant buzz of the clippers, reminiscent of your last visit to the dentist...
Would you be surprised to find this waiting for you after five minutes in the bathroom?
Try not to look at his trying our best to fit in the mouth top row of teeth. (I love them, but focus on the hair, now.)
How cool do you think your seven-year-old feels with a crazy mohawk?
And how long do you think it took before your impromptu photo shoot went south in favor of pure lunacy?
I especially like his "Predator" face:
Pretty hard not to focus on the teeth in that one. (Ew. This face creeps me out.)
And how long do you think it was before Party Pooper Mommy said "Alright, now go buzz the rest of it off..."
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