Don’t worry, it’s not Hudson. It was Dave’s. By me.
It happened late morning early afternoon yesterday. We were both nervous.
I wish I had photos but they weren’t allowed.
I started using his razor on the back of his head. He made the mistake of asking me how it was going and I paused in my response because I was concentrating. He got worried. Then I was trying to control my laughter because, you know, people in fear sometimes is really funny. He realized I was trying not to laugh and told me the situation wasn’t funny and what was I doing with his hair. Okay. Then I really laughed. And nothing was wrong. It was the idea that he thought I was giving him a concentration camp cut that made me laugh.
We did have a minor incident with the ear trimmers. Dave took it all well.
This was a big accomplishment for both of us. Me daring to cut his hair. Dave trusting me to do it.