The twins got haircuts on Monday.
I even went all out and let Little Girl choose hairbows from the overpriced selection they have at "Pigtails and Crewcuts," where you pay extra to get your kid's hair cut because the place is so darn cute.
And they have a train table to play with, which can be worth its weight in gold if there's a long wait.
So Little Boy and Little Girl came out looking pretty cute.
Okay, all together now:
"They're SO cute!"
Until we got into the car and they started fighting.
I don't know who started it, but they basically pummelled each other all the way home while I yelled, "Stop it!" ineffectively from the front seat.
It's not that long of a drive. But it sure felt long.
When we got home both of them were crying, their hair was mussed, and the lovely handmade hairbows were on the floor with suspiciously large amount of curling blonde hair still stuck in them.
But at least they were cute for five minutes, right?