So, when you factor in the humiliation and the fact that I now owe him $5 for emotional pain and suffering, I probably should have just paid the $7 to have the non-English speaking Armenian lady cut his hair. Poor Aiden.
It was a complete accident! He asked last night if I would cut his hair short and spikey, so I got out the clippers. Did a #3 on the bottom and a #6 on top. It was looking pretty sweet and I thought I just wanted to go over this one area to clip a few escapee hairs, when all of a sudden, the little black combie thing just fell off, and buzzzzzz went the clippers right across the back of his head.
"Oh, no!" I said.
Lyndsay looked at me and we both busted into laughter.
"That's two for two, Mom," Aiden said, referring to a similar landing-strip incident right down the center of Dylan's head a few years earlier. They both were such good sports, and handled it with a great sense of humor. I felt awful, but nobody could tell that from my fits of laughter and the tears streaming down my face.
"I'll fix it," I comforted. "Don't worry." Really, the only thing I could do was buzz the bottom off with a #1, and then pray it grows back really fast. It does look tons better, but we're just grateful that only people behind him can tell. That way he's sure to not see them laughing.
Lyndsay warns me I'm not to even think about touching her hair. No worries there.