One of Aiden’s favorite new games is playing with a nose hair trimmer.  I know, I know.  Gross.  He has eighty bajillion toys and he likes the nose hair trimmer.  The ridiculousness of this is not lost on me.

It all started when he heard the trimmer buzzing and got curious.  So Jason and I started to “zap” ourselves with it… slowly moving it toward us and then… BZZZT!  making a loud buzzing noise every time it touched us on the arm, the leg, etc.  Then we started to chase him with it, which he thought was great, but which I am sure we will pay for when we have to shart shelling out money for his weekly visits to the shrink.  “And then, doctor, they chased me with a nose hair trimmer and tickled me with it nonstop. It was abuse, I tell you!”

After being on the receiving end for a bit, Aiden quickly decided that zapping Mama and Daddy was HILARIOUS. And, truly, it was hilarious.  He’d chase us around, wielding a buzzing NOSE HAIR TRIMMER, for God’s sake, giggling with glee when it touched us.

But this… this is NOT FUNNY:

Those are not hairs from my nose, people.  That is a chunk of hair OFF MY HEAD.  I suppose the only upside is that I have so much hair you can’t see the damage.  I think it was Aiden’s retribution for my dressing him in this getup when we went to see the Miss Maryland pageant this weekend:

“Woman!  Get me out of these uncomfortable clothes or I’ll shave your whole damn head!”