Hair-Raising

As Bruce and I were frantically preparing dinner for our book club meeting tonight, Ezra and Finn were sort of left to their own devices.  About twenty minutes before guests were due to arrive, Ezra comes into the kitchen and says, “Mommy, I need a brush.”

“What for?” I ask.

“Because I’m cutting Finn’s hair,” he says, totally matter of fact, like it’s something we do everyday.

So, I walk into the family room and find a fairly large amount of hair scattered on the couch and floor, while Finn sits patiently waiting for his stylist to return.  I should have taken some pictures of the hair on the floor, because despite it being an alarming amount (at least to me), it is hardly noticeable on Finn’s head.  Good thing he has a full head of hair to camouflage the extremely short bits right on the top of his head!