Shhhh!

Don't tell Bob.

I cut the boys' hair. Both of them. Clippers, scissors...right there in the living room (vacuum on hand to clean up the mess). Bob is particular about their hair and trusts the clipping only to George, the world's kindest and best Sicilian barber. But George is 30 minutes away and with two boys and a daddy, he gets a bit pricey. Granted, I've made a few horrendous mess-ups on Jack's hair (which George tolerates and shakes his head when fixing), but I'm getting better.

So much better that Bob didn't notice. I'm not going to say anything to him.

And he doesn't read the blog. So, shhhhh.