Hair!

We're spending a week in Germany with my parents waiting for Doug to come back from the States and then continue on back home together. He'll be in for a surprise when he sees his older son, though. See, we had one of those classic accidents. Never mind who didn't pay attention when Alan pointed to the scissors and said "hair!". Never mind that the answer was "yes, you can cut your hair with these". What really counts is that he looks rather cute with his new very short hair. (And no blood was shed, so that's good.) Heh. And it wasn't me, OK?