For some reason it seems today was a day focused on the subjugation of hair. First Poppa came over and much to L and N's amazement and excitement, trimmed off his beard right while they watched and applauded. Then I came home from work, and not knowing of the day's earlier scalping, sat N down for a good, much-needed hacking. (Stacy made me promise to go gentle on him, which I feel I can say that I did, at least relatively speaking.)
Poppa before.
Poppa after.
N before.
N after.
Not wanting to be left out of the act, I went and trimmed my bushy eyebrows - my "Einsteins" as Stacy calls them. Does that count?
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