Something had to be done. School starts next week and they looked ridiculous. Only one of them (the LOUD one) looks good with longer hair, but helmets reign supreme 'round these parts until November... so something had to be done.
Bryon grabbed the clippers and we sheared them one at a time. For me they whine and cry about haircuts. For him? Sat still and quiet like football-playing men. Whatever.
They talked about boy stuff during the process. I went upstairs to clean during, but they were laughing and making noise downstairs. Butts, boobs, farts... you know. They bonded. Whatever.
The end result?
(photo by Coach L's lovely wife)