It took me a year, but I finally got up the nerve to cut Mr.s hair. I was so worried that I would butcher it that I had been taking him to the barber shop while the razor just sat in the closet.
Yes, this poor child (with the bald spot on his temple) has just had a hair cut from Mommy.
Mom helped me over the phone, and the best part was that I didn't have to pretend to care when he started crying and fussing. (I always feel so bad for the barber when I have to present him with a cranky three year old.)