When you Ruin your Son's Life

So I told Joe at work, when you come home I need to go on a stress relief run.  I should have known right then that I shouldn't attempt to do anything that required skill and attention.

I accidentally cut Lincoln's hair without the clipper attachments.  I did one strip straight across the top before I realized.  Lincoln grabbed his head and said, "I'm not going to school!"  I had to bribe him to let me finish, assuring him that was the only option.  I warned his teacher he was a little sensitive about it the next day and she told me that he had to go see the school counselor.  I felt sooooo bad!  He got a toy out of it.  He hid his head, wore a hat, and avoided new places for about 3 weeks.  Lesson learned.