Steven needed to get his hair cut. I said I would do it and he agreed. Wow. For the first time in 15 years we didn’t bicker. I was a little scared what it would look like. Worst case scenario we take a razor blade to it (which I didn’t have). I cleared the spare bathroom and turned it into my hair styling studio. Didn’t turn out too bad. Had a few spots that needed some work. Dad helped finish the trimming along the back of the neck. Bucket list item crossed off. And now my bathroom is all clean…