For my mother...
"I'm not good at cutting hair! What if I'm cutting to much!" Al panicked.
"It'll be fine Al! Just start allready!" Ed exclaimed. Al gulped and reached the sicossor. He started to cut his brothers golden hair carefully, but his hand slipped.
"Oh, crap!" he mumbled and started to shake. The armor was to clumsy for stuff like this. He continues to cut. Shorter and shorter because he can't cut straight. A few moments later he was finally done. Ed was snagged.
"What have you done?!" Ed gasped at his mirrorreflection. "I look horrible!"