After a series of bad haircuts given to Grant on base, he decided he wants me to start cutting his hair. I have never cut hair before, unless you count the time when I was 5 and took a pair of scissors to my own pretty, long, straight hair, which resulted in my mom having to cut my hair extremely short, making me look like a boy.
I protested this new idea of Grant's - until his last hair cut. The lady butchered his hair so bad, that I figured I couldn't do any worse than that! So we bought a pair of clippers and last night was the night. I cannot describe to you how nervous I was. The last thing I wanted to happen was for me to completely mess up his hair, then go into school the next day and deal with comments from his classmates. Instead of being able to blame it on the incompetent barber on base, he would have to say, "My wife cut my hair." That's a sort of humiliation that I just do not want to deal with.
All in all, it turned out okay. It's by no means perfect. But hopefully, I will get better each time. The important thing is that Grant came out smiling.