Haircut Disaster

This Mommy and scissors are not a good combo. Very dangerous. For multiple reasons of course, however yesterday the danger involved my baby's hair.
Sweet, cute, adorable little Khai...he has/had(??) a really great head of hair. But it was growing fast and wild. I really wanted to just let it grow out long.....see where it would go and hoped for little curls at the bottom. And it did start curling, right in the back. But the front was another matter. He sported the Donald Trump comb over and the color is a near match. Plus with the summer heat, I know he was roasting. Last night as he pounded away on the laptop, I pulled out the scissors. Two snips. That’s all I did. It was two snips too many. And he squirmed.....and the scissors squirmed...and the chop went crooked up his forhead. He was left with one side short and goofy and the other side still how it originally was. Initially I busted out laughing. This brought John out to see what was going on. When he took a look at my poor victim, he immediately banned me from cutting his hair again. Ever. Neverever.
After taking a look at the disaster...he told me he wasn't sure if he could fix it...other than chopping the other side off to even it all out - thus making him look even goofier. Sigh*
We waited until he was dead asleep and snuck in with scissors and a brush.... John took a few snips...I took a few photos.... today, thankfully, he looks decent enough.
I will never do this again. BAD MOMMY!! BAD!!!