A New Hairstyle....

Today I'm sick. Strep throat. I'm going on 24 hours with antibiotics in my system, so I'm starting to come out of the fog I've been living in. Lying in bed I was trying to muster the energy to go check on my kids. Landon wandered into my bedroom holding the front of his hair mumbling something about his hair cutting skills. I perked up quickly to the word "cut". Unfortunately, the damage was already done.After my initial response of anger, I ran out of energy. Too sick to care. I found the clippers and had to drag him outside to the deck to finish the job. He kept saying "I only wanted it a little bit short, not a lot bit short!" I coaxed him to where the outlet on the deck was and clipper-ed him the rest of the way. On a number 1 I might add. That's a lot bit short. But it's what I had to do to match his own creative endeavors.While in the bathtub to wash off all the stray hair, he was sobbing. He thought he looked funny. Not the hilarious kind, but the ugly kind. I told him he could just wear a hat until his hair grew back. He asked if I had a hat with hair on it. Hopefully we've learned our lesson. Now we are 4 for 4 in the haircutting department in this household. I really need to prepare for Presley going through this phase. Pigtails are soooo much harder not to cry over.