I'm too cheep to pay for haircuts (as well as oil changes-see below). Dad was my only barber until mom took over in middleschool. I think the first time I ever paid for one was on my mission. I remember my first haircut in Denmark was from a sister missionary who was kind enough to teach me I didn't have to comb my hair straight down in front. Sister Fife gave me my last haircut in Denmark. I think the last time I paid for one was at Mtn Home AFB. I took clippers with when I was deployed because I learned from Ken that you can cut your own hair if you aren't took fussy. The Staff Seagant I deployed with wasn't that great of a corpsman, but he was pretty good with those clippers keeping the squadron trim.
Wahl was one of our first purchases as newlyweds. We went to a workshop where one of the Merten's told about how he even had his own barberchair and paid his tuition with hair clippings. I don't even have a cape, and I hate the way the clippings get in your shirt. Emily made as much cutting my hair as she did mowing the lawn when she was doing fundraisers for school trips. Esther is picking up on the trade. Getting Erik to hold still is tricky. But Gideon looks like he's ready for business in this picture.
