After some quality make-out time with the dog....
Charlie thought running around in my knee socks (which
are legging-like on him) was a good indoor rainy-day
activity. Until he bailed for the 10th time,
hit the back of his head on the floor and then, in tears, pulled the
darn legging-like socks off and threw them across the room.
We attempted all-round boy haircuts today.
But of the 3, only 2 came home with cropped coifs.
Charlie threw a complete fit in the chair today and
wanted NOTHING to do with the whole haircut experience.
But I think it was because he knew there were dum-dums to be had
and is just smarter than the rest of us.
Handsome Haircutted Henry insisting I take a picture of his
new hair and taco tongue.
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