I decided to give Henry boy a little trim while we were at the grandparents' house last night. I was almost done. I went to do a second pass with the #4 on top, when right as I came in for a swipe, the guard fell off, and I shaved a big bald spot front and slightly off-center. And now we have a little child who will get sympathy from strangers for cancer he doesn't have. Maybe I should have left a mohawk?
From now on, I must leave this important task to the hands (and clippers) of trained professionals. (Ahem, Bonnie and Susannah.)