What goes around...

Once upon a time, there was a little girl of about three years old with long and wavy dark hair who had a pair of plastic safety scissors, doing crafts on the back porch with her friend Melissa who was crowned with great big golden curls. 

Somehow (I can't remember how this all went down, only the aftermath) the two decided to give each other reverse mohawk hair cuts with those plastic safety scissors and got discovered right afterward, before their handiwork could be properly examined and the fallout was awful. We both got very short, boy-like hair cuts and we not allowed to do crafts for some time after that.

Well, until today, this was what my son looked like at the age of 10. 

Until, in lieu of brushing the tangles out of the back of his hair, he decided to get my kitchen scissors and cut a huge chunk out of the back of those lovely golden locks and I was forced to cut his hair. I'm no stylist, and my kitchen scissors are all I had, so after a few truly awful attempts to shape it up into some form of legit 'do, I gave up and borrowed the buzz clippers from the Landlord upstairs and chopped it off. 

Now, he looks like this:

Oh well. It's just hair. He's adorable either way and irony is amusing, even in real life.