I was cleaning under the bathroom sink a few days ago when Jackson wandered in. With a surprising quickness that I have come to expect from a little boy who is beginning to figure out the need to move very fast when he is doing something that he shouldn’t, Jackson grabbed the clippers and a pair of scissors and was instantly in the other bathroom cutting his hair. Seriously. He had the clippers plugged in and was already working on the front by the time I got my head out from under the sink.

I decided to let him go with it and see how well he did. His hair was getting a little unruly anyway (see previous post) and he needed a trim. And boy, did he get one.
He actually did a pretty decent job. Then he broke out the scissors and it started to get a little short. Meanwhile, Tucker was starting to feel a little left out. After all, only those with hair can get haircuts. When one is rapidly approaching the age of three and is still hairless, it might seem as though a first haircut is far in the distant future.
What to do? Use some of your brother’s hair as a toupee!
Aaaaah. Content at last.
We had to call Daddy in to finish the job as Jackson was suddenly suffering from a severe case of remorse.
However, Jackson quickly realized that his new hairstyle wasn’t so bad after all when I let him style it.
Not that there was much to style. We’re all still getting used to it; he looks older and I had a difficult time finding him at the park the next day, but overall, the ease of maintenance is very nice.
On a side note, I made the Pioneer Woman’s Apple Fritters yesterday morning and they were outstanding!
The glaze didn’t go very far, so some of the fritters got powdered sugar instead, but those with the glaze were by far the best. Mmmmm. I’m trying to hold off so that Papa and NeNe can have some when they get here. After noon, I’m not making any promises.

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