The boys haven’t had haircuts in many months. Now that the play is over with, I decided to take them to the barber. But, they both really like their long hair, especially Nate, who refused to get even his bangs trimmed.
Lex agreed to take a little off. So we all sat and watched him. The girls played on the hairy barbershop floor, while I tried not to throw up. If I even think about myself or anyone else having HAIR in their mouth, I puke.
By this time, the girls had helped themselves to lollipops and were climbing on all the empty barber chairs. Luckily, no one minded. And here is where the camera stopped working again. So there are no photos of the ice cream store visit. Which was messy and funny and very photographable. I kept count, and I was asked SEVEN times if all those kids were mine. I think that I’ll get one of those personalized zip up sweatshirts that says YES, THEY ARE ALL MINE.