The boys were getting so out-of-control and rambunctious this afternoon that despite time limitations (Dave and I were going out), I had to get them out. So I took them for only slightly-needed haircuts, just to disrupt their rapidly building momentum toward complete chaos. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing both of them under the haircutting smocks, hands confined, tented into docility. Too bad I didn't bring my camera. It was a glorious ten minutes. And they looked quite dapper afterward!