You've all seen pics of Seth's lovely locks. Ladies are particularly jealous of his perfect ringlets & he, himself, is rather proud of them as well. It's been a couple years since Seth has submitted to letting his dad near him with the clippers. Justin would just as soon shave it all off, like he does to Seth's little brothers, and start from scratch. But Seth's fragile teen-self-image would be shattered & he would probably hide from the world in his room until his beautiful mane grew back. I do my best to keep the clipper-wielding fiend away from THE HAIR, for as long as I possibly can. So sometimes I have Auntie Emily do it.....and sometimes I do it, even though I have no idea what I'm doing. Seth dreads the latter, but it's (usually) better than if Daddy were to do it.
As I cut, he kept gasping at the amount of hair falling to the floor & moaning, "my hair, my hair". I just kept telling him to be glad it was me & not his dad. I tried to leave it long-ish, but once I get going I can't stop until it's even. And with those kind of curls, I don't know how to tell if it's even yet or not. It's probably STILL not even............and I'll probably go to bed thinking about the spots I should have fixed. He was a little depressed after I finished cutting.
This is how much hair I cut off (minus the trash & dog hairs). To give you the proper perspective, this pile would fill up a large dinner plate. Though why hair would be on a dinner plate I have no idea.
I think I actually did a darn fine job, if I do say so myself. And he still has lots of pretty curlie-Q's left. The ladies will still be jealous.