Didge is an impatient soul who moves even more quickly than I do, putting him somewhere in the category of lightning, and that pattern of being needs nothing to do with the combination of scissors and hair. Every so often, he becomes dissatisfied with his 'do, and begins taking random chunks out in an effort to get particular sections to be a certain way. His last round gradually left him with a sort of grown-outish mo-mullet, i.e. a combination of a grown-out mohawk and mullet. He asked me to help him before, and I tried, but he grew impatient and began tapping his head while barking staccato intstructions, "Here! Here! Here! Get this piece. Hold it out right there. Cut it!" I was traumatized, and he wound up in worse circumstances from grabbing the scissors and having at.
I hid the scissors. He used (wait for it....) his pocketknife. One time he got after his eyebrows with the pocketknife and wound up looking like one of these guys:
I put the scissors back where he could find them and hoped for the best. Growing his eyebrows back in took a couple of months, and I hoped he would never do that again. Alas, a few weeks ago, he dashed into the living room after being gone for several minutes and said, "I f___ed up my eyebrows again." Lo and behold, he had. Not so much as the last time, but enough that I suggested he jump.
So I probably shouldn't be surprised that he's at his hair again. And I should probably give up on trying to change this tendency, or trying to get him to let me do it, because I don't think I'm strong enough to withstand another go-round of that. I could hide all but the nail clippers, but he might try those. Flowbee? No. Remember who we're dealing with, and that Didge and I have pets. (I refuse to allow a set of clippers in the house for the same reason.)
There's really no hope in this vicious cycle, is there?
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