It happens to all of them and I'm surprised it took this long. Brigham has always had a healthy affection for scissors. On this particular day I found him surrounded by tufts of hair in the bathroom.
It is my rule that when the kids take scissors to their own hair they need a real haircut to fix it (as short as necessary). In this case I told him he would need to be shaved bald like Grandpa.
At first he was very distraught. He cried and cried as I shaved his blond fuzz right off and he watched it fall into the sink. After it was over I instinctively reached up to rub his head. The second I did that he burst into laughter and since has thought it was the greatest thing ever.
What a handsome bald boy. Sure do love him and all his mischief.