A new missionary moved to the valley today, and on his first night here, he texted to ask if we have any hair trimmers. Yes. Then he asked if I’d cut his hair. No. But Pepper will.
He came over and put his faith in her.
Although Pepper’s been cutting my hair since before we were married, she admits she’s sort of a one-trick pony. She only knows how to do a single style (which I like just fine). We asked Elder Steinhour if he was okay with it, and since he didn’t really have any other choice, it’s the cut he got.
In the end it looked pretty sharp, and I think he was happy. He kept saying he wanted a full buzz, but he had such thick, luxurious hair that Pepper insisted she just trim it. If he decides later to chop it all, we’d be happy to oblige. He hasn’t asked yet.