Most cut their own. I cut my poor cousin's. It was her first haircut ever, quickly followed by a trip to a licensed beautician.
When I taught seventh and eighth grade, I'd always preface any lessons that involved scissors with, "Boys and girls, we only cut paper. We don't cut our hair or our friend's hair. We don't cut clothes." The kids would laugh at my silliness, but I can boast that I did not once, not ONCE, in seven years of teaching middle schoolers, ever have a student cut anyone's hair. Not all my colleagues were so lucky.
In November 2009, I posted this small album of Rocky the Horse after B gave his tail a punk layered look:
I foolishly thought that was B's only attempt at cosmotology.
Tonight, the boys got baths early so that we could go to the High School and see a children's musical put on by the Fine Arts department. As B's hair dried, I noticed it did not lay quite right. Just as the play began, I asked him if he'd cut his hair. He admitted that he had, during my nap.
What happened neat was pure reaction. I told the truth.
"It looks really bad."
B's feelings were hurt. I was at a loss. Did he think it looked good?
"Did you use a mirror?"
"Did you think about it?"
"No. I just cut it."
Now I was dumbfounded.
"Well, why'd you do it?"
"I don't know."
After further interrogation, I can say with confidence that B truly has no idea why he snipped off a random section of hair. I think it was just impulsive snipping. All kids cut hair, though. I'm just glad that G has too little hair to damage.