Max sat obediently watching his puppet show on TV while I snipped away. Occasionally he would grow more interested in what I was doing than what the puppets on TV were doing, at which times cutting his hair became impossible and I had to wait until the TV had regained his interest to continue. We didn't get any pictures of the actual cutting -- it was a delicate enough maneuver without the added worry of photography.
Not too bad, if I do say so myself. Perhaps I won't quit my day job (whatever that is).
Great Aunt Mel said to me in an e-mail:
ReplyDelete"Awe, I liked his longer hairs!!"
Seems like I'm taking it from all sides here. Oh well, at least Max is now ready for military service.