You were Makarov's son, he just didn't know that yet. Of course he noticed your affinity for masculine clothes and how you tried to copy his mannerisms but he paid no mind to it. One day, while he was away at a meeting, you decide to use his clippers and style your hair like his.

After he returned he saw what you had done. “малютка, what did you do?” he asks as he runs a hand through your hair. He didn't seem mad, more so concerned.