Uh-Oh!

I gave the boys haircuts on Saturday. Tucker moaned and groaned through his, as usual. After I got done using the trimmers (which he really hates) he asked, "What torture tool are you using next?" During Spencer's haircut I had to go in the house for about 5 minutes to switch rolls that I was baking in the oven. One batch wasn't quite done so it took me a little bit before I went back outside. I thought he would come in and say something like, "Mom, come on!" but he didn't. When I got back outside, I realized why. He was just taking matters into his own hands! I guess that's what I get for leaving a kid alone with my scissors for so long!

He doesn't want me to take his picture.

He finally agrees.