This kid *needs* a haircut unlike any other. We had arrangements made today for my parents to watch Z so we (meaning C and I) could present a united front in an attempt to chop his mane.
Then Carlos woke up sick. And Jake was a huge pain in the butt all day.
So, we put it off. It will get done. Soon. Maybe.
Please ignore the fact that he has Dorito crumbs on the corners of his mouth (trust me that they were indeed fresh) and that his toy is an empty Hawaiian Punch case. I fully expect CPS to come knocking on my door at any minute.