Spot the difference.

Why there isn't much of one is there?

Both sloppy half-assed hair cuts most likely performed by a blind mole or cross-eyed buffoon.

Only, in the first picture I was the buffoon! Me, that was MY doing. Someone who had never attended any hair school or the like, who manically waved the pair of moustache scissors in her hand and warned her son that the result would not be pretty, but effective in keeping the stray hairs from his eyes.

Someone who was prepared to witness the follicle carnage and admitted that it was going to be nasty, yet it was free and temporary until she could get her son into the chair of a professional.

Someone who overestimated the skills possessed by the 'stylists' at Supercuts.

It's Supercuts, I KNOW. End bitching now.

But good lord, could we just explore how difficult it is to TRIM the hair of a 3 year old who sits completely still in his seat for fear of the scissors slicing his forehead? Who doesn't move an inch unless instructed? Who is every child hairdresser's wet dream?!

It's not hard. Not at all. And if I said I didn't die a little inside when that first swipe hit his forehead and immediately transformed my little boy into a chipped-tooth over exaggerating dumb ass, I would be lying to you. And I don't want to lie to you.

She must have had an invisible filter cupped over her ear, because when I said, 'I really want to keep it at that length, he just needs it to be even'- she heard, 'what I would really like, is my son's hair to be shaped like a penis, think you could handle that?'

And handle it she did. Obviously, look at that dick head. Grr.