Look what Hank decided to do today. We though we were so smart. Hank had grown very attached to his shaggy mop of hair so much so that Gary and I came to the conclusion that the threat of a short haircut might be an effective deterrent to what we call sassy mouth. Then football season rolls around and Hank decides that he needs a short haircut to make his helmet fit more comfortably. So there he is.
Part Two: Pain. Look what the little dude had stuck in the back of his upper leg after he slid down off of a cedar chest this evening. Yeow!