Becoming "Bulbed"

Last night was my second child's 22 birthday day. He often cuts his own hair, but last night he decided to cut his 7 year old brother's hair.
Off. Completely. Buzzed. as in Bulbed (as my kids say) meaning BALD.
My son Josh, the 22 yr old, said, "Mom, he wanted me to shave it ALL off. I said no. I didn't think you'd like that"
I guess he thought I'd be okay with bald, just not really super down-to-the-skin bald.
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A bald seven year old. UMMM.
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well, as soon as I got over shrieking "What were you thinking?" and "Did it occur to you to ask first? "(umm obviously that answer is NO). And after I got over the moments of panic thinking my ex-husband was going to freak and worrying he was going to be made fun of at school; I realized he looked really cute.
I mean really cute in a bald-kind-of-fuzzy way.
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then my daughter decides, after her bath, to cut her bangs. Geez oh Pete what a night. Had to straighten the bangs out (barely).
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The girls at daycare shrieked in horror? excitement? amazement? I'm not sure. but he had a good day at school.
* Unfortunately, he has not understood when I call him Telly Salvalis or Sinead O'Connor.
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Lesson learned: "bulbed " hair is cute on a 7 year old. Especially when they can't take their eyes off themselves in the mirror. He LOVES his hair cut. Touched it all night long. Rubbed it in a loving excited way; loving the softness. His lesson learned; even with no hair you still have to use shampoo when you wash it!