Took an hour and a half, but Ethan’s hair is finally cut. It’s always a toss-up between money spent at the “haircut store” and the hassle of bringing five kids on errands, and the exorbitant amount of time it takes me to cut his hair. I’m happy with it, he’s happy with it, and my hubby is happy with it, though, so that makes it worth it. I think.
(Previously, his hair was BELOW that tee shirt collar. It was the longest ever. So, now it has just a wee bit of length to it.)