Yesterday Reuben wanted me to cut his hair, so we took the piano stool out to the back patio, because the weather was nice. He said he didn't want the "buzzy thing" but I was supposed to use the "big scissors". I was amazed -- he actually sat still the whole time, and didn't even whine for the spray bottle.

When he was all snipped, we went upstairs to shower him and I put him up on the counter so we could see both of us in the mirror together, and he said, "Now we are hair twins!" Sure enough, even though the color difference remains, and his is cut more precisely around the ears. I think I am going to have a trim so that I can continue to be Reuben's hair twin for a while.