Who Cuts Your Hair? My Mom.

Ah me. My son looks like a ragamuffin. This is what happens when you endeavor to buzz your child's hair with clippers that need some tweaking to work properly and then after said tweaking your child becomes deathly afraid of them so you have to have your husband hold your child down because you've already started and your child's hair is worse than business in the front party in the back but your child is shrieking at the top of his lungs so you quickly buzz the bulk of the remaining hair knowing that for the next however long until you can convince your child that the clippers won't eat him you'll be obsessed and distracted by all the spots that didn't quite make the cut but at least he doesn't have a reverse mohawk.