Military Cuts....Or, I Should Have Known Better....

The boys were in desperate need of haircuts--as per usual I waited until they literally couldn't see out from under their bangs before giving in--which incidentally is the same rule of thumb I use on the dog :)  Instead of taking all the trouble to drive into town or do it myself, I made the decision to just take them to the barber on base where Henry and I were promptly separated from David in the name of efficiency while I called across the room from our chair, "just a trim!"  Then she pulled out the clippers--which were apparently set to zero while I looked on in horror......

.....okay, it's not sooooo bad, but I think David's looks even shorter than it is since it's so blond on the bottom and then fades up to red.

And what are the children doing in long sleeves you may ask?  Well, I'm pretending it's fall here and not an 85 degree nightmare.  David lasted all of two minutes after our little photo shoot before he changed into a t-shirt--partly because it was hot and partly because *gasp* this shirt has buttons and what kind of a mother gives her children clothes with such horrifying things sewn on?