Scene of a Massacre

Tendons shorn, blood flying, tears spewing, Ryan endured his latest haircut this evening (his fourth or fifth, I think), when Kim the Bumbling Haircare Professional decided to hack into the back of his neck with a machete, nearly severing....

Okay, it's a little two-inch scrape from the clippers.

But STILL! OooooOOo! <-- as in Yosemite Sam

How about you NOT use the sharpest tools around a fidgety boy, and if you do accidentally cut him, and he's crying his fool head off to the point where his whole face is getting red and splotchy, what say you wrap things up a bit sooner? We'll take care of getting his part just right. No need to keep wetting him down and combing, straightening, parting, maybe cut this one little flyaway piece...NO, WOMAN, LET ME HOLD MY SON.

So we're thinking his next haircut will be the day before Kindergarten.