New barbers in town!

Mom had this crazy idea that it was warm enough for our short hair cuts. Her even crazier idea was that she was not going to make the cut anymore. We would have to trust each other as barbers or grow our hair out the 10 inches required for Locks of Love. Mom drives a hard bargain so we accepted the challenge to become barbers. I was a little nervous so I opted to go first knowing if he screwed up my hair that I could then return the favor.

I decided he did not do such a bad job so I worked hard to get his right. Mom also pays us a buck a haircut if we do a good job and we can cut each others hair once every four weeks. The pressure made us both nervous but I think more so it is the constant itching getting us in the photos. Mom has offered to buy us a cape if we continue to do the hair cuts.

Both of us were pleased with results. We each have both of our ears and there was no loss of blood. We don't look too bad either. We are now open for business! Any takers? Just please don't call us hair dressers or stylists.