Third Haircut

I finally managed to give Zane a haircut. This has been months in the making and a few times we were even going to go pay for one, but it never turned out. Last night we went downstairs and while he wandered around a couple of rooms I managed to do a halfway decent job of giving him a haircut. Sure, there’s a few stray long hairs and the line isn’t perfect, but there also wasn’t any crying or big hunks accidentally removed. At one point the cold metal of the scissor (dull edge) touched his skin and he chirped.

A little bit later he explained, “Zaney screamed.”