Completely Normal Childhood Memories

My little brother didn't get a haircut until he was 6. He had thick, blond, wavy hair and was often mistaken for a girl (kinda like Rene and Celine's son). I felt really bad for him. It was embarrassing. Sometimes, late at night, I would sneak into his room and cut his hair when everyone was asleep so it wouldn't appear to grow even longer. I would gather it into a pony tail and snip off what looked to be an even amount. I don't think my parents ever knew. I was 13. He now buzzes his hair once a week. He looks a little more masculine. Not much more though.