Charles came in all nasty, hot, and sweaty from working Salkehatchie Wednesday afternoon and insisted he needed a haircut. I sent him to the bathroom to dry his hair with a towel, and then he came back to the kitchen for his shearing....
Everything was going along fine......until the guard fell off the clippers and I didn't realize it!!
All I could say was, "OMG! I'm so sorry!"
Well after my profuse apologies (and blaming him for not clicking the guard on correctly), we had a little fun....
How do you like the "reverse Mohawk?"
I cut his hair so he'd look like his daddy!
But this is how it finally ended up....we really had no other choice!
He was a very good sport about the whole situation....but said that maybe I needed to take a break from my haircutting duties for a while.
(It is going to be a while until he needs another haircut, don't you think??)
Sorry again, Charles....