Horrible Hair Cut!

I remember that day clearly: 

When I was a child my mother used to cut my hair at home because she had a special pair of scissors. One day, my mother and I entered to the bathroom to cut my hair and my little brother Max was watching us. When we finished we forgot the scissors in the bathroom and then my brother waited that we were far to closed the door. After a few hours my dad asked me: “Where is your brother?”  And, we started to looking up him. Suddenly, I went to the bath and I found Max crying with the pair of scissors in his hands and a horrible new hair cut!! He told me that he wanted to cut his hair just like mum did with me because he thought that it would be a piece of cake, but it was not. Despite my brother told me that I couldn´t say it to my mother, I did it: “mum, Max barking up the wrong tree with his hair” and I told her the whole story. However, my mum instead of get angry, laughed for 10 minutes! and after that, she said to my brother: ”you cannot cry over spilt milk, now you have to wait for a long time to cut your hair again. Don´t worry honey, come with me and have a delicious ice-cream”

Finally, when he finished his ice-cream my dad took a picture to my brother to save his incredible hair style. Nowadays, every time we find the picture we laugh together and my brother blush himself.