LOCK STOCCK!
Dec 10, 2020
4 minutes
Standing with a pair of scissors in my hand, it was time to give my son a trim.
‘Sit still, I don’t want to cut your ear,’ I told Gabriel, then eight.
‘Fine,’ he huffed.
I’d been cutting his hair for years, but he hated having to sit still while I did so.
‘There, all done,’ I told him.
‘Wasn’t too bad, was it?’
‘No,’ he shrugged.
It was hard not to laugh at his cross little face as he got up from the chair.
‘I think I want to try growing my hair out,’ he told me a little while afterwards.
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