It doesn't look so bad in this photo, but Oliver got his head shaved to 1/8 inch. The new strategy of mischiveousness is for the twins to race to some forbidden thing as soon as I turn my back. I took a shower (it wasn't selfish to take a shower, was it? I promise it was 240 seconds or less!), and told them to stay in my bed and read books. When I got out, Oliver had a stripe shaved down the middle of his head, from James' beard trimmer. I said, "Who did this?" Oliver said, "Oliver did it. It was very very bad", and put himself on time out.
So now he looks like Curious George and has to wear a hat to go outside in the cold.
And when I took Max to his room for nap and returned (maybe 45 seconds later), I found the twins frantically opening beef buillion cubes and stuffing them in their mouths, mistaking the glass jar and red-foil-wrapped cubes for candy.
In both cases, justice sort of played itself out naturally.
