Today was haircut day. Matthew's hair has been so out of control that Daddy made a deal with him: Let mommy buzz his hair to about 1/2 inch and he will take him to pick out a BAG of candy. Anything he wants. Just have a no-fuss haircut for the summer. Matthew agreed, I cut his hair, he looked in the mirror and IMMEDIATELY put his shirt over his head. He started screaming that he hated it, he looked horrible, he was never leaving the bathroom, people will laugh at him, and so on, and so on...
This has been going on for an HOUR. Yikes.
Michael, on the other hand, loves his hair. He asked for a mohawk, so I did kind of a faux-hawk. It's about an 1/8 of an inch on the sides, and 1 1/2 inches long in a 2 1/2 inch wide strip from front to back. It looks 'normal' but you can spike it up into a mohawk.
ON the 'you freaking klutz' front, went to the doc and nothing is broken. I've sprained my ankle / tore a bit of ligament or some such. Rest, ice, compress, elevate. Yes, RICE.