A Haircut

Brandt's hair has been out of control. It has been long, curling up at the back, hanging down over his ears, and flopping in his eyes. Every time he's asked me for a dog lately, I've said we should get a hound, name him Scooby, and then we could call him (Brandt) Shaggy. We could call him Shaggy anyway. 

Today, I took him over to Mikayla's for a haircut. She got out the clippers and dispatched with very much hair. It came off in great long clumps, curling onto the floor. It didn't take too long before his too long hair was just right. It's short in back, but still long in front, just like Brandt likes it. He likes to play with his hair, so having it long over his forehead suits him. He looks so much better!

This is really too many people in Mikayla's bathroom,

but I insisted on supervising.