Haircuts

I work every third weekend. Up until a few months ago, I worked every fourth weekend. That third comes around a lot faster than the fourth. A lot.

Sunday, while I was at work, my dear, sweet, beloved husband decided the boys needed haircuts. I like their hair a little long, not because it is en vogue, but because it looks sweet and boyish. Coker likes them looking clean-cut and manly, which I can respect from his perspective.

Paul tells me they went to Coker's barber shop, but it was closed. I will tell you that I came home to little boys with strange new hairdos. Coker cut their hair himself. I'm afraid to ask where in the house he cut it, but I've yet to visit a room without hair on the floor or in the sink.

I took them for haircuts on Monday. They are now clean-cut, manly looking little boys.