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One day I looked at Brandon and thought, what the heck, let’s give your hair a trim. I grabbed a cloth to hold his hair in, and the safety scissors I use to trim his nails.

Sat him down on my lap on the sofa. He sat quietly—cool! So I start figuring out how to cut his hair. I kepit some hair on his crown with my left hand…

…and he sees the scissors. The squirming to get hold of the object of fascination begins. I summon help.

So now Brandon is being hugged by Han while seated on his knees, facing me. Everytime I bring the scissors close to his hair his gaze is FIXED on it—which means his head keeps bobbing up and down, then left and right when he started getting bored of sitting.

I desperately trimmed whatever little hair I could possibly clutch at, anywhere on his head. After a while I gave up, and Han let him resume his crawling.

There was a noticeably bald patch at the back of Brandon’s head—Han pointed it out to me.

…

“It’ll grow back!”