Well let's just say it was bound to happen and one day it did. (I'm pretty sure that is from a song but I'm sure I can't name it) I was fixing some birthday cupcakes and had asked Rebecca to take Andrew downstairs and play with him so that I could finish. Well he came back up and I noticed some hair on his shirt. I thought that was a bad sign so I asked Becca if he had scissors downstairs and she said yes. I then asked why she thought it was a good idea to let him have scissors unattended. She really didn't have a response except to say that she didn't think he would do anything with them. So I looked at him and saw that he had indeed cut his own hair. Later that night I was getting him ready for bed and had put my hand on his head and it came off with a bunch of hair on it so I then realized that he had indeed cut way more off than I had first surmised. So I took him over and we gave him a proper hair cut. Well not a great one but I tried to make it look better. Oh all right so I didn't really get that done either but I'm not a professional!!! I took a picture of the hair that came out in my hand and then one before I cut it but you can't really tell but it's right on top. He figured he needed one more fling in before he turned three.
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