Hair-cute

I guess all kids go through phases where they do dumb things. Well, I definitely had my fair share. I heard that when I was a baby still in my walker thing I would go around to all of the potted plants we had in our house and eat the soil out of them. Then when my mom would ask if I had eaten the soil out of the plants, I would shake my head no with a big ring of dirt around my mouth. I can imagine it was pretty obvious that I was lying.

Well, I also went through a phase where I cut everything, excluding myself. I remember I would always want to watch TV in my mom's room because the TV was bigger and the bed was a lot more comfy. So one day I brought some scissors into the room for who knows what reason. I decided to cut her big down comforter. Well, about two seconds after doing this, I realized that I really fucked up. I turned the comforter around so the cut was at the foot of the bed, but I thought that this wasn't enough. So I went to my mom's little office and grabbed the tape and the stapler. I stapled a couple of staples to close up the hole that I had just cut, but I thought that this still was not enough. So I put some scotch tape over the staples. I figured I was in the clear and everything was good.

Well surely enough the next morning my mom wakes me up and asks, "Shaun, did you put staples and scotch tape on the comforter in my room?"

"Uhhh uhhhh uhhh"

"Don't Lie."

"uuhhhh uhhhh uhhh, yyyy-yes...."

She wasn't very pleased. However I did not get grounded by her. It was my dad that got very pissed and grounded me. I think my mom was excited because that meant she could buy a new comforter.

A little while after that I hadn't grown out of my cutting phase, and was still cutting random things here and there. Well, in about fourth or fifth grade I had a bowl cut, just like every other male in elementary school. I decided it would be a good idea to cut my own hair, so I did. I cut a big triangle out of the front my bowl cut. God, horrible decision. It definitely looked like shit. My mom and dad just laughed at me and said I had to deal with this one myself. After this though, I wasn't allowed to have scissors anymore. However, I had a pair stashed inbetween my bookcase and my tv stand just incase the urge came back to cut something.