David needed some tender loving care. He was walking around the house with a big head of crazy hair. This morning I finally had the energy to tackle it. With five boys, I have some experience through the years in providing hair cuts. I’m not a professional by any means but I can get the job done with these handy clippers, and save a few dollars in the meantime. The older boys won’t let me touch their hair anymore but the little ones still have no choice but to tolerate it. It’s a fine time together. Me, humming and buzzing away, and the poor boy underneath, itching, scratching, and complaining about it all. But secretly, I think it’s all part of the fun.
Isn’t he handsome? 10 years old, he is, and a remarkable boy. Now sporting a MOM-approved and crafted hair style.