Mike was put in charge of getting Brett a haircut. I thought it wouldn't be busy if he just brought him to the local establishment right after he picked them up from daycare. Apparently there was a 25 minute wait (to which I said "why did you wait, you should have just left - Mike's reply...."I don't even want to hear that." )
I was making dinner when the boys arrived. Colton came in first through the front door and I asked him where the others were. He didn't answer my question, but proceeded to tell me that "Brett is a spaz." As the other two walk through the garage door, I could tell things didn't go well. Brett didn't even have his boots, coat or hat on and he was screaming. Mike was sweating and said "that was the worst hour of my life."
After the 25 minute wait, Brett REFUSED to wear a cape, REFUSED to sit by himself and REFUSED to let the poor gal finish his haircut. She got about 75% done and that was it. It. Was. Over. As they left, Brett was screaming, Colton was calmly eating Brett's sucker and the woman waiting for her haircut made the comment "Guess that's why Mom sent you." He's all happy now!! Oh and never mind the laundry that I was starting to sort on the bed. Guess I should have cropped that out!