Bad Haircuts

It is a well known fact that I am cheap. My husband is also cheap. Our local Sport Clips closed and we were looking for an alternative.  So a few months ago we decided to save a few bucks and get some hair clippers for our boys. How hard can it be? Of course, I buy the cheapest ones at Walmart.
We set up our "salon" in the kitchen. I started with Gerrit's hair. Buzzing it here and there but not too short and not too long. It was "ok". He was squirming and crying towards the end and I had to rush him upstairs to the shower, leaving my husband in charge of the other 2 boys.
Next up was Thijs. While I am upstairs with Gerrit, my husband decides he doesn't need the handy color coded "guards" and that he could cut Thijs' hair without it. Thijs is very wiggly and antsy. About half way through the cut he yanks his head to look at his other brother, Andy (Eric's apprentice). Needless to say a GIANT chunk of hair came with it.
By this time I am finishing up upstairs and as I am coming down the stairs I hear major laughing and commotion in the kitchen. My husband and oldest son are both in tears. I knew something awful was going on. Once I realized that he had a  major bald spot taken out of the side of his head I started in on my smart-a$$ husband "What the hell were you thinking?!?!?! This is NOT funny! Picture day is in 2 days and he looks like a goofball!!" As I am yelling at my husband, Gerrit picks up the scissors behind my back and whacks off a huge chunk of hair on the top of Thijs' head.
What can you do at this point? So after my rant I take Thijs upstairs and try in vain to fix these spots. He looks like a dog with the mange at this point.
I give up and now every time I see his school picture I am reminded of this episode. I have since vowed to take them to a real barber shop now. I think it is worth the few extra bucks.