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"Cue ball" was not our intention. No, it's not shaved, but it's pretty darn close! Turns out, the set of clippers we bought wasn't supposed to be for cutting hair, but for trimming. And, turns out that half way through the hair cut, they ran out of a charge. It was near dark outside and past Evan's bed time. So, then we tried to use our hair cutting scissors to trim the top. Jason tried. I tried. It was hot outside. Evan was a sticky, hairy mess. It didn't look great, but it didn't look horrible. Our options were to either wait to take him to the salon the next day or to use Jason's clippers (with a very small guard) and buzz the whole thing. Believe it or not, I was actually the one that said "just go ahead, buzz it." I mean, it's only hair, right? It'll grow back.
Oh please let it grow back soon.