William Gets in Trouble...Again

Two weeks ago I got tired of my long haired boys and took them to my sister-in-law, Vanessa, who is a wonder with scissors for "summer hair cuts with shape". They were fabulous! I could do the little spikey thing in front when I felt like it, and it was off their ears, and they looked like little boys!

Just this past Thursday, I found little chunks of hair on the bathroom floor--never a good sign. I didn't have to look far for the victim. William had some nice sized gouges. I went into detective mode and started asking questions. I asked William who did it and he told me Arden. Arden vehemently denied it and was supported by her friend who was visiting. I asked William again who did it and he told me he didn't know or "I forgot" or "no one". I told him he could sit in the kitchen chair until he could tell me who did it.

It didn't take long sitting in the chair for him to spit it out.

"Mom, the person who cut my hair's name starts with a W."

I thanked him for his honesty and told him that we had to give him a hair cut. He hates hair cuts so I thought this would engender fear and teach him a lesson. He was really pretty good through the whole thing and afterword, I couldn't deny that he looks pretty good almost bald. I guess his "punishment" was for mom to call him "cute" and 'hot" instead of his preferred, "good looking".

Dan thinks he looks like one of the little Ethiopian kids only white.