Saturday, January 29, 2011

Scrappy Coco's Beauty Parlour

Emil's never been able to shave properly, and has found it a tedious task. He wouldn't mind having a beard, he insisted, and finally I stopped pushing him to shave. Go ahead, said I; it's your face.
And so he did. But when the beard gets all puffy, it's not pretty. Every time I'd take him for a hair cut, we'd ask the lady to trim the beard.
Then I found a beard trimmer in a store and voila, we can trim up his beard and whizz his hair off ourselves, since he likes it very short (a Grandpa Benson haircut, he calls it).
Here, Scott gives it a go. It looks like he could use a shave, himself. He'd been sick for a few days when this was taken, so we'll let that be his excuse. He's feeling better now, by the way.


"We should call him Scrappy Coco," Everett said, likening Scott to some film character.

1 comment:

  1. I love that little device---we have one in the bathroom that I keep for a deeply depressing day when nail polish just can't get me out of bed. If I were to see Dave coming in with the clippers, I'd be tap-dancing in an instant.


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