Betrayed!

I came upstairs the other night, and Mrs. Jogger, whom I used to trust, was giving the medium Little Jogger and the littlest Little Jogger mohawks! Now they look like tiny little punk rockers:




The boys, of course, are pleased as punch with their new looks. They have taken their heads to school to show them off to all their friends. Oh, well, at least it will grow out. It's a few years before they start asking for tatoos.