I just ruined my kid's hair. Like really fucked it up.

This morning as he was getting ready for school, I noticed that his hair looked gapped in the front. I made him stand still in front of me and, sure enough, the little rat cut his hair last night. In the dark. In his bed.

Sigh.

It looked goofy. Really goofy. I evened it up as best I could before I had to take him to pre-K. This afternoon I decided I would buzz it, just a little, all over.

WORST DECISION EVAR.

My husband's clippers were set, I thought, to the setting he uses to shave his head. You know, to the scalp. So I, not wanting my kid to be bald, changed the setting.

SECOND WORST DECISION EVAR.

I took out a strip of hair right above his left temple. Yep, he has a bald patch in the front of his hair.

I thought it looked goofy before. Now it just looks bad.

sob

A cute story most of us have from our childhood just turned into a traumatic event because I got clipper-happy.

Remember, kids. Only you can prevent the horrific results of a haircut gone wrong. There are barber shops for a reason.