Trooper got off the hook with the haircuts today, mainly because I was doing both the other boys’ haircuts on my own and ran out of energy after Dinosaur. 😉 I finally replaced our old haircutter that apparently pulled as much as it cut, and thus now I had all the attachments at my disposal (something uncommon since the move at least). Therefore I was able to give the younger boys their typical summer ‘do. If I were to compare them now to celebrities, then Rascal resembles this fellow.
Blessed John Paul II as a boy
In fact, I often call this haircut “The Karol Wojtyla.” 😉 However, as my tanned little Dino walked around this evening in his pajamas, he suddenly reminded me of this fellow:
I am an author and domestic engineer enjoying unbounded domesticity with the husband of my dreams, three fine brave rascally knight errants, seven lovely princesses-in-training, twelve chickens, an indoor cat, and an outdoor cat. And bees, coming soon.
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