I meant to take Dubz for a haircut last week, but didn’t get around to it. So on Monday, when his teacher asked me if Dubz was able to see properly through his hair, I knew I had to take action (the shame, the shame). But I forgot to take him after school, so at bedtime I grabbed the scissors and thought I would just give his fringe a little trim. Surely it wouldn’t be that bad. Well, it was. I am such an idiot. But I have learned my lesson, and will be keeping away from the scissors. I took Dubz to the barber the next day. His hair is now way too short, but at least I won’t have to worry about another haircut for a month.