Haircuts!!!

Over the past two years, I have paid a total of $20 dollars for hair cuts. Which means that I have gone to the shops, bought some clippers and allowed my wife to have her way to make me into whatever she wants. After all, she is the one that has to claim me when I look foolish so she takes her time and does a wonderful job. However, I am not quite as daring. I will not go anywhere close to anyone's head with a part of clippers, buzzers, scissors or anything else that ends in errrs. Therefore, my wife and my daughter get to go to the lovely place they like to call the bank, oh, I mean the hair stylist. Melissa and Makayla both recieved what I would deam as an equal haircut. The amount of hair on the floor was the same, the style is roughly the same, and they took the same amount of time. However, hair must be like antiques, the older it is, the more it is worth. While the cost of my three year old daughter's hair cut was easy to deal with, the cost of my wife's hair cut was equal to the annual budget of a small country. Why is it that they charge more for older people's hair, after all, isn't it harder to cut the hair of a small child? I just can't wrap my head around the logic... or maybe there isn't any logic. They just charge more because we are too stupid to notice or say anything. One of the injustices of the world that will go on until none of us need haircuts anymore... or will we need haircuts in heaven???...

Anyway, my girlies look great. They got hair cuts and they like them, and I would spend the annual budget of a large country if it meant that they were happy. So take that hair dressers, you could have gotten more... but don't tell them that.

My son received his first black eye yesterday. Well, it is sort of a black eye, but more of a rug burn. While we were setting up the community hall for our Kid's Club program, Dawson and Makayla were running circles around the enormous room. Dawson still to date isn't the most stable on his feet and runs much like a penguin might run. He got going a little too fast for his happy feet and well, did a pete rose right into the carpet. Needless to say, it looks worse than it is and don't worry grandma, he is fine.

All else is well in the George household for now and we are preparing ourselves for another eventful and busy Sunday. Hope to hear from you all soon, have a great weekend. Lots of love.