It may not show on his face, but he was pumped. I mentioned here that I have always wanted to cut hair for a living. May I point out that I never said I am good at cutting hair, I just enjoy it.
I used to cut my Dad's hair. Don't laugh when I tell you that he is basically bald.
I also cut my girlfriend's hair in high school. Never leave a bunch of high school girls alone in a hotel room...they will all come out with shorter hair. We used to get the urge to chop our locks when we would go watch the baseball team in playoffs. The parents would get us our own hotel room, we would sneak out and drive to Wal-Mart to buy scissors (scandalous, huh?!), go back to the room and get to cuttin'.
Now, I am married to my prince who lets me cut his hair. He always says, "If it's that bad we can just buzz it!" I don't even want to picture that. Plus I have added pressure that Chris now goes to fancy dinners with clients. I don't want him to be the goober at the table with the janky hair cut!
So how do you think I did?!
Don't base your opinion on the wonderful look my husband insisted on giving me. That boy has the most adorable smile and pearly whites, yet he always gives me this look. What.a.terd.
Honey, you give me this look. I put it on the blog.
Oh, and don't mind the long sleeved t-shirt wrapped around his shoulders as a bib. We keep it classy at the Tucker house. About .00078 seconds after I finished I realized we have a bib in the closet. It came with the hair cutting kit. Oops!
Happy Thursday! Aka, almost Friday! Aka, the day we leave for Boston!
Have a wonderful day!