anyway, I believe I've mentioned Rowan's fascination with self-barbering before. he's chopped his bangs a time or four. he's done a number to the sides of his head on a couple different occasions. I think the ultimate 'do though, was the time he somehow managed to shear a quarter-sized spot off the top of his head, making it appear as though he had some sort of funny disease. man, this kid can sniff out a pair of scissors like nobody's business.
remember this photo? the one on the right was photoshopped to hide "the spot." yeah, so I cheated.
|talk about a whack job.|
rewind a couple days. Wednesday to be exact. I was in my bathroom, straightening my hair, lost in my own deep thoughts when, amidst a sudden stream of consciousness, I hear this faint scraping sound. shwaack, shwaack, shwaack. hmmm. that's odd, wonder what that could be. I walk into my bedroom to investigate and I kid you not, Rowan had Gary's razor in his hand, and was madly swiping at his head with it; shwaack, shwaack, shwaa...
Rowan, nooooo! I quickly raced over and yanked the razor away from him. but not before he had succeeded in shaving a couple spots clear down to the scalp, drawing blood even.
oh would you look at this.
|it's like swiss cheese with all the holes.|
PS. oh. and have a great weekend :)