The plan on Saturday morning was for Daddy to take all of the kids to the barber shop (yes, barber shop) for some much needed haircuts.
This is what happens when Daddy takes them to the Old Salt Barber Shop.

(I snuck up behind them while they were watching a movie.)
They both came back with French braids! The place I usually take them to certainly does not include French braids in the cost of a haircut! But Miss Cheryl had been asking about the girls, whom she hadn't seen in quite some time, and they were thrilled to return to her.
It really makes me wish I knew how to do French braids.
And this is what happens when your big sister, Amanda, sees how handsome you look with your new haircut: a big lip gloss smooch on the cheek!