I walked out of a shower to see this waiting for me on the hallway floor. I hurriedly followed the trail of tendrils to find the victim and/or culprit. I found Ian and Colton on their bed, Ian with scissors in had. From my tone of voice, I'm sure my neighbors thought Ian was chopping Colton's fingers, he might as well have. Around this place we value Colton's locks like we do our phalanges. As soon as Colton got hold of what a calamity almost occured, he weeped for minutes whailing, "Ian cut my hair". Fortunately, it was caught in time to look like a (presentable) bad haircut and not a tragedy.
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Haha. The poor younger brothers always get pushed around!! That's sad, but cute that Colton realized what happened and had a reaction to make his mother proud. I'm sure he's still super cute, though.
I'm currently mourning the loss of those sacred tendrils. Poor, poor, little dude.
Suzie Q I want to come visit you!! Call me I don't have your number. Or email me beckywyler@gmail.com.
great!!! I had this same thing occur and luckily it turned out like yours...glad it wasn't a huge disaster!!!
You need to update more often!! ha ha ha!! We miss you guys like crazy! I feel like I only got to see you for about a minute while you were here. Your boys are amazing...darling, polite, and so dang sweet. I can't wait for Cali. It'll be good to actually spend a little time with you guys. Miss you!!
xoxo
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