Shay-may-toe

Britan, the hairmesser who lives next door, called in today to give me a shearing.
I went for the faux-hawk.

She brought her 5 year old son, Seamus, with her, and he tormented my Child while I had my ears lowered.

This is him.

A sixty-six month old bundle of electric energy and Star Wars ignorance, oh dear....