'you okay there baby?',
I asked Mac as I saw him struggling with his new thing he was making; his hair was in his eyes and he could barely see. He flipped his hair out of his eyes and looked up at me, I laughed slightly,
'I think you can tell that I am struggling a little bit over here and it has nothing to do with what I'm making',
Mac said to me, I stood up and walked over to him pulling his hair out of his face,
'you know I used to cut my dad's hair I could cut yours for you',
I said to him, he raised his eyebrows at me questioning it,
'okay I did it once but it wasn't because it was bad or anything, he just was so used to specific look that he went back to his hairdresser after isolation finished',
I said to him. He looked at me somewhat confused and nodded his head ever so slightly,
'fine you can cut my hair baby',
Mac said to me, I got slightly giddy and began to run around the house looking for the scissors. Mac laughed slightly as he saw me,
'maybe don't run with the scissors baby'.