This last Sunday as we were getting ready for church Brandt was trimming his beard and accidentally used a shorter comb than he usually does. He said "Uh-oh" and I was really scared to see what he was "uh-oh"-ing about.
He showed me with a really sad/selfconscious face. He said, "I used the wrong comb and now I look funny because my hair is so long and my sideburns are so short. Will you cut my hair?"
People, this happened at 8:00am and our ride was coming at 8:20am. I had just finished showering and he hadn't showered yet.
I said yes and we quickly got everything set up for me to cut his hair. I think I set a speed record and it turned out really good. He set a speed record for showering afterward and our friends only had to wait like 4 minutes for us.
It made me really grateful that I can cut his hair because he would have had to go to church like that and work the next day before being able to get it fixed. Cutting men's hair = life skill... I highly recommend you learn.