Where's Daddy?

Monday night, (after the boys were in bed) A asked me to cut his hair. I got out the clippers and asked him how short he wanted it. He picked a clipper size that I thought was a little short:



The next morning, S wouldn't go anywhere near him. He kept looking at him, then come running to me. Finally A had to put a hat on to get his good morning hugs and kisses. Even then S was still a little nervous. This wasn't the daddy that put him to bed the night before.