"All right, let’s try to trim that curly bangs." Jamie sat his little son on the edge of the table.

Your three-year-old had grown bangs, and now those red curls bothered his face. The boy looked at his father with those big eyes.

"Don’t move." Your husband warned the boy. "I don’t want to make a mess and piss off your mother."

Of course, Jamie had never used scissors. It was a disaster.