At Adam's request, I gave all my guys a hair cut on Saturday night. None of them really needed it too badly, but Adam thought it would be nice to have a fresh cut before the big trip this week. But, alas, disaster struck in the Marchant home. As I was just beginning Adam's cut, the guard fell off the clippers and I shaved a full-on bald spot in his head! It was in a highly conspicuous place, too--direct center and about 2-3 inches back from his forehead. I was dying! Um, did I mention that we are having family portraits taken on the beach in Hawaii this weekend?! Hair cut suspended, he spent some time in front of the mirror determining if he could do a comb-over to cover the spot. Then I tried to see if an alternate hairstyle might be an effective method to use as cover-up this week. It was a hopeless cause. In the end, Adam just asked me to cut it really short, so I did. It certainly looks better now that it's shorter, but it's still pretty bad. Can I just say how really awful I feel about this?! Notice how this happened two days ago, and I am just now writing about it? It was traumatic for both of us. The good news (if there is any good news in this situation) is that at 6'4", Adam is taller than most. Looking up at him (as from my perspective), the bald spot is not too noticeable. It's only when he sits down or bends over that it becomes obvious. I have a feeling Adam may think twice before asking his Sweeny Todd-of-a-wife to cut his hair before a major event again. Sorry, Ad.