It finally happened. A big, no Huge, make that MONUMENTAL event! The clippers came out, and Zayn lost his mop on top. No more Shaggy (sorry Scoob). This isn't what I had in mind all those months that I pestered him, but when the opportunity presented itself, I had to take advantage of it. After all, it was quick, and I had a ton of homework to do. He said "Shave it," and that is just what I did. I have to admit that this is one of those times that I feel his pain. Like Zayn said though, "it will grow."
Before. . .
During. . .
The SHOCK!!!!
And, after!
(my little baby face-haha)
Now, what do we do with this creature?
(those are 13 inch tiles!)
This is the look that I really like on Zayn.
I just never knew it before, because we always kept him in a butch until the summer we moved to Florida. (That's 13 1/2 years). His hair is SOOO thick, it sticks straight up. He looked like a troll baby when he was born.
(Too bad the top doesn't show in this pic)
I love you, Zayn. Thanks for letting me have a little fun, and share your torture with the world!
