Just got back from haircuts, gas fillup and ice melt run. Started snowing as we left the barbershop. Tristan and William both sat on Joe’s chair by themselves…and then played around the store like little gentlemen while I got my hair cut. (I initially was going to put William on my lap while I got my hair cut, but Joe insisted that I let him wander). Everyone thought they were adorable…especially when Tristan noted that he was now “cute for Christmas”. Then Tristan threw a tantrum because he didn’t want to leave.