Max Scissorshands???

Last Friday morning, under the cover of sleepy parents, Max decided he needed a haircut. Yes. He found his scissors and before you could say ‘hmmm, it’s awfully quiet, wonder what Max is doing?” he had performed the deed. A snip here, a snip there, a patch of scalp here, a pile of hair there. Sorry no photos. I didn’t have the heart. But it sort of looked a lot like an 80’s punk haircut. He and I went to the barber the next day. He now has a sort of skinhead look. For his liberal democratic parents this is a little disconcerting but we’ll see if it creates a lasting effect on how he votes