Today was the day. Karie and I finally decided it was time to cut the boys’ hair (feathers in Mason’s case). This is not Mikey’s favorite thing to do. I’m not sure any 6 year old wants to stand/sit still for 10-20 minutes while their mother holds a vibrating blade that makes a loud buzzing noise up against your head while telling you where to look. Nothing a little Sponge Bob Square Pants can’t handle. So we setup our Netflix on Karie’s computer and Mikey sat, somewhat willingly, through his haircut. Mason was much more cooperative.
Every time we cut their hair, the boys look about two years older than they did before hand. This time, however, I decided to take before and after pictures so we could remember how cute their scruffy heads were.