I need to get the boy's passports renewed.
At the moment both boy's hairs are a mess. Richards is standing up on end due to a triple crown and Simon's is just a mess, it is getting long and needs a good cut.
I have told them we are going to get their hairs cut.
As a result, driving down the road, they have whinged and whined and moaned and groaned.
"I don't want it cut I am growing it!" says Simon
"No you are not" says I, "It is a mess!" Apart from anything it constantly looks like he has dipped it in the chip pan, I swear there is enough oil on his head to fry and egg - don't you just love hormones not!
Richard doesn't want his done because it is long enough to twirl round his finger.
As a result of their whingeing and moaning I turned the car round, told them not to bother, if they can't get their hair cut, they don't get a passport photo done, hence no passport, no holiday!
i really feel like crying at the moment, stupid I know but I am so fed up!!
