Oops.
Zach needed a haircut. I cut it. Then I went inside. Then I came back outside and he said, “Can you do the back?” I heard, “Can you fix these random stray hairs in the back by just going over everything one more time?” What he meant was, “Hey, I took the guard off so you can trim a straight line on my neck.” Well, he got a straight line. Right up the back of his head. I tried to convince him to leave it so he would only look goofy from the back. He wasn’t convinced. Good thing it’s summer. And really good thing I married someone with a great sense of humor.
