I think I Shall Call Them "Chunkheads"

Here's a little back story...  This morning, I didn't go to church.  Simon was up with his gums hurting just about all night long, plus I had a raging sinus headache, complete with dizziness.  I got up, dealt with Simon, took some sinus medicine, and went back to bed.  Fast forward to this evening.  I felt better so we went to my ladies meeting at church and choir practice.  The boys get out of the van.  I see something that looks odd on Parker's head.  There are three chunks taken out of his hair all the way down to the scalp, one of them being right in the smack-dab front of his head.

Me: "Parker, come here.  What happened to your head?"
Parker: "Are you gonna be mad?"
Me: "Well, I'm gonna be a lot madder if you don't tell me what happened right this second."
Parker:  "Jackson did it!"
Jackson (apparently listening in and determining how much trouble he was going to be in): "I did not!  I didn't do Parker's.  I just did m-...." (trailing off and realizing that he just implicated himself in this deal).
Me: "WHAT DID YOU DO, AND YOU BETTER TELL ME RIGHT NOW!?!"
Parker: "I cut my hair, and Jackson cut his hair."

Now I look at Jackson who also has some little chunks out of his hair.

Jackson: "I didn't mean to."
Me: "You didn't MEAN to?  How do you cut your hair and not mean to?  You just told me a lie.  If you put the scissors to your hair, did like this (cutting motion), and hair fell down, you meant to cut your hair.  Now, you better tell me the truth."
Jackson: "Okay, I meant to."

Later on I asked them where they cut their hair.  Bathroom?  Their room?  Nope.  It was in the living room.  I can't get these kids to pick up their own feet, much less their toys, and they cleaned up every last smidgen of hair and evidence of their little barbering party.  The ambition of a sneaky child is something to be admired.