Now add in 9 months of growing a baby and all of the forgetfulness that comes with it and what do you get? NO GUARD on the clipper and a crying pregnant lady shrieking "OhmiGawd I'm so sorry!"
Fred was calm and patient - and annoyed as all get out I am sure since I shaved this strip down the middle of his head - and promised me that everything was fine. No big deal. This way, he joked, he'd be more aerodynamic when running. That, and a heaping bowl of ice cream soothed my sorrows... but I have never forgotten about it. (In fact, it was almost a year before I was willing to cut his hair again.)
Fast forward about 2 1/2 years to tonight. Fred sits down and I swear I see a flicker of fear in his eye that dates back to "pregnant + clippers = BAD NEWS" but I forage on. After taking a look at the fabulous job I did, I was puffing out my feathers in my I am sooo awesome at haircuts kind of way and plopped Elliot down on Fred's lap and flipped on the clippers.
Whoops. And... oh shit. As Britney would say - I did it again.
Only this time I'm not pregnant and have no good excuse.