When Mom Cares Enough to Give You the Very Worst Haircut

Children across the world dream of becoming an adult… not so they can vote or shoot whiskey, but rather to finally escape Mom’s scissors and see a proper hair stylist.  Yes, getting a misguided haircut from Mom is a rite of passage many kids must endure.  So for all of you young hair victims and moms with the best of intentions but the worst of judgment:  this photo gallery is for you.

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Candy Kirby

Candy Kirby is the founder of The Laughing Stork and a professional fun-maker who will never stop chasing her lifelong dream: to find the Pomeranian or porn star after whom her parents must have named her. A humor columnist for Disney, Nickelodeon, Scary Mommy, Reductress and Redbook, she also used to be a staff writer for the soap opera, The Bold and the Beautiful, where she penned many scripts featuring prolonged heated stares and countless “Who’s the Daddy?” story lines. Candy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two young kids and three rescue Persian cats, the latter of whom are the real brains behind this operation (so send all complaints to them).

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  • I had to do a double-take on #9. MY CHILDHOOD FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES!

    (although I was fairly lucky that Mom never used the scissors herself on my hair. But the curling equipment…alas!)

  • Miss Skye looks a lot like Mr. Candy but seeing you as a kid I see that she resembles you as well (she has your smile). She’s a good mix of you both.

    P.S. The bangs are’t that bad. The bow totally distracts from it.

  • Oh gosh, this reminded of that time when I was about 7 and my dad brushed my hair with a curling brush and it got tangled up. My mom wasn’t home and after unsuccessfully trying to untangle it for about half an hour he just cut around the brush with the scissors… My hair was hip-length and it looked horrible. I think my mom had a word or two with my dad when she came home LOL