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Trisha gasps in dismay when she sees her two children sitting in the kitchen floor. Positioned behind Alphonse, Edward quickly hides a pair of scissors behind his back, the movement lifting his leg enough to reveal goldenrod hair piled underneath. "Boys!" They both look at her with timorous expressions. Later that day finds the woman combing her elder son's hair, having already thoroughly lectured him about what he did to Al being wrong, even if the younger had consented. That's when she notices it. "Ed, when you were cutting your brother's hair, did you cut some of your own, too?" "Nuh-uh," the child denies easily. The mother frowns.