Haircut joke

I remember doing a lot of stupid things when I was a child. Especially once I cut my hair myself and now I want to laugh.

I am a boy with long hair. When you meet a few bald heads on the roadside, you can't help laughing. Once, my hair was very long, and bangs in front covered my eyes. I thought to myself, this must be cut, but if I go to the barber shop to cut it, it will be cut into onions and short ones. Then a ray of sunshine came in, and I was inspired at once. I can cut it myself.

When my mother wasn't looking, I sneaked into the kitchen, carefully picked up the oversized scissors and ran into the room. "Click, click." I started the lawn mower to cut my hair. I was so excited that I could be a barber myself, so I sang the song "I am a barber" again. At this time, I picked up the mirror to see how it was cut and whether it was cold. I don't know if I didn't see it, but I was shocked when I saw it. Look! The bangs in front are cut into triangles, and the hair in the middle is as uneven as stairs. The hair on both sides is even more irregular, long, short, short, high and low, even uglier than ugly. Brake time, a warm current rushed up and almost cried.

In order not to make my head look so ugly, I decided to cut it again. "Click, click" I cut it again. However, this did not make my hair look good, but made it worse and uglier.

The next morning, my mother saw me like this, crying and laughing, and said, "My little ancestor, you are going to kindergarten today!" " "In kindergarten, the students burst into laughter. I can't wait to go underground.

Although many years have passed, I still remember it deeply and want to laugh when I think of it.

When I was a child, I found a set of hairdressing tools in my mother's room, so I secretly took it to my room and locked it.

I'm interested in those two scissors. I picked them up and said, "Stop! Too simple! " Then I cut my hair like an aunt in a hair salon, "click" and "click", oh! The falling hair falls like snowflakes in winter. Seeing this situation, I cut harder and harder.

I cut it for a while and looked in the mirror. "hmm? My hair is falling out, and I have to get it back before my mother comes back. "

I thought about it, oh yeah! I can stick it with transparent glue. So, I picked up my hair from the ground and taped it. "OK" will be done. "Knock, knock, knock" "Sister, open the door!" , oh! Mom came back, so I quickly went to open the door.

Mother looked at me in distress situation and said, "Silly child, what happened to your hair … what did you do just now?" I said, "I just became a barber!" " "Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing. What a fool! Mom, pull down the scotch tape. Oh, it hurts! I muttered, "I really regret making my hair hurt so much!" " "

When my father saw me, he always said that I had cut a pig's head. So sad!

Childhood is a movie-like memory, childhood is a poem of memories, and childhood is a tree full of memories. When I was a child, a book with pink gems appeared in the sky, because there were many memories hidden in that book. ...

I remember when I was six years old, one day, the weather was fine, the sun was shining, and the sky was blue, like a freshly washed blue crystal. Mom and dad went to work, and I stayed at home alone, thinking; If I cut my hair beautifully, my mother will be happy to come back.

That day, Ding ... the bell rang ... Mom got a call and the company had a meeting! Mother whispered to me; Honey, mom has a temporary job. Come back later and stay at home by yourself. ; As soon as my mother left, I quickly took out scissors from the drawer and took out my mother's beautiful cosmetic mirror, I thought; I must have my hair cut beautifully. I looked in the mirror, cut my hair and hummed my own song. I am a small hairdresser, and my haircut skills are very good. . ; I also turned on the TV, cut my hair and watched TV. Cut while watching TV, cut and cut. . When I feel that I am going to be hurt, I will look in the mirror and say,' Ouch! I cut my hair in a mess, and that's when it happened. Knock, knock, knock. ! Mom is back, what should I do? What shall we do? I nervously picked up a towel and wrapped my hair. My mother asked me. What about you? My mother skillfully took the towel off my head and looked at my masterpiece. My mother burst out laughing. I looked down at my mother shyly ... and it took me half a month to recover my jagged bangs.

In this case, the pink book that makes me shine in the memory sky is full of memories and beauty. I will never forget this incident. Every time I think about it, I will feel the joy and taste of my childhood.