Last night, the kids decided to give me a haircut. They have a toy barber kit, complete with combs, spray bottle, mirror, plastic scissors that don’t actually cut, and fake razors.

I sat down in front of the couch, and they set to work. After ten minutes of spraying, combing, styling, and cutting, my youngest brought the mirror out and held it in front of me.

He held it up and looked at himself in the mirror. His brother and I watched him gaze at himself for a few moments.

“Um, shouldn’t I be looking in that?” I asked.

He laughed. His older brother grabbed it out of his hand, held it up, and looked at himself in the mirror.

“Looks good,” he said.

“Who does?” I asked.

He looked at me, confused. “What? Huh?”

“Do you like your haircut?”

He laughed and handed me the mirror. “Da-addy!”

Whoever thought the mirror would be the toughest part of giving a haircut?