It went down like this.
Got a new cookie trimmer today. Brand new, never been used and it has adjustable lengths (1, 2, 3, 4, etc.) just like in the hair salon.
Looked at son. Hair looked really long. He's taking a group picture at the last day of bible camp tommorow.
Daughter's sleeping. Dad's working late. No way to go out and get a hair cut in time.
Shit. Gotta even it out.
More evening. Maybe if I use the scissors to get those little hairs. Nope, not working.
Bzzzz. Damn it, stop moving.
Let's wash it and see what it looks like then.
Oh, noooo I meant. Wow. You look just like an army guy. A super duper space ranger cool muscle army guy. Yup really!
Shit. I'm not sure what's worse. That he's a cue-ball or that I used a bikini trimmer to do it.