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.
December
5 years ago