O.K. This is what I do to the kids when Irene goes away. It is what you get when you combine a man who is losing his hearing (me), an asian barber with laryngitis and a noisy military barber shop. I'll remember the words "tapered cut" next time.
So, it seems I've given my boy the same "Nikita Khrushchev" haircut my grandfather gave me as a boy. The tradition continues.
The good thing about this is that he likes his haircut and isn't angry at me - and the big girls at home didn't give me too much crap about it - but I haven't shown Irene yet. Good thing she's away right now. Good thing that hair grows back.
I haven't told Irene I plan to get Kristin's hair cut soon, too.