I'm overly confident in my hair cutting abilities.
I've taken matters into my hands several times throughout the years and have never once managed to come out with an even remotely acceptable outcome. (Layers? Piece of cake!?)
I can manage a good bang trim, but even they look rough from time to time.
Fortunately, I wised up in my late teen years and no longer attempt it on my own hair. The boys hair, however, is still fair game.
Henry's was in desperate need of a trim the day before school started. Ben was golfing. I was feeling anxious about my unpreparedness for the school year.
It did not turn out well. At all.
I offered him a Dirty Dr. Pepper if he'd just sit there long enough for me to try to fix it. He agreed if it was at least a large, and, even then, he was on the fence.
In the end, Ben made fun of me, Henry's hair had to be cut super short, and I learned, once again, that cutting hair is far harder than it seems in my head.
