Haircuts are not all that simple.

Ok, whoever said boys could care less how they look haven't met my kids. Today was haircut day...should have been simple, right?.....Not....The oldest, John, went first, tried to describe what he wanted, then decided to go shorter.....bad move. When he was done, he didn't look happy. Next was Pat, the middle one. He has very different hair than John, and what he described to Lee, the poor tortured stylist, was what he ended up with. Flash over to child one...the face is getting red and the tears are spilling over (I kid you not)....ok, on to number three, Ryan...he gives his description of leaving more on the top and within minutes he was done. By now John is in a full fledged howl about his being "too short" (remember he told her to keep going) and vowing NEVER to get his hair cut again.....I have my own appointment with Lee on Thursday...I wonder if I should bring her some sort of trinket as a peace offering on behalf of my slightly emotional "tween"

You know your kids are growing up when....

They start to make their own grilled cheese sandwich (a staple in any child's life of course!)