Whoops

My tolerance for Jamie's wild hair finally reached its limit last night. I seized a pair of scissors and attacked his mop of curls without regard to style, length, or any kind of sense usually used when cutting hair. When the fever of chopping frenzy finally faded, I realized that I had given my son a cut very similar to that of Brandon Walsh. If you don't know who that is, then you did not spend your formative years in the '90s. If you DO know who that is, then you are probably sighing with disgust. Oops.