People trust me with scissors

I cut Steven's hair tonight.

Like....really cut it. He let me. Kim supervised. First Chaz trusted me with his head of hair, and now Steven with his beautiful, precious locks that he cares oh-so-much about.

...People should know better. I've never cut hair before. My bros and dad wouldn't even let me. Well...I might have buzzed Sam's hair once, and I've clipped cattle, but not cut, cut hair. But, I guess after two attempts, I'm getting better. I always start with a mistake and then gradually improve my cutting ability. But that mistake is what kills it. I cut the side of Steven's hair grossly short and straight. It's because he psyched me out. I couldn't fix it. I wanted to just continue the cut and make his hair look like a monk's, but he wouldn't let me. I also wanted to do a bowl cut, but he wouldn't let me do that, either. Instead, I resigned to butchering his hair.

But now he just told me that it might actually be one of the better haircuts that he's gotten. I feel a little better.