The kids got haircuts today. It was soooooooo time. Brandt's hair was wild flippy outy all over the place, and Blythe's bangs were in her eyes. After the woman cutting her hair had worked for a bit, she called me over to ask if it was short enough or if it needed to be shorter. Without waiting for my reply, Blythe said, "Shorter." Shorter it was. I got them ice cream afterwards as a reward/treat. Silly for haircuts, but there you are.
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