Barber

Last night Donny told me he had to go potty, so he ran to the bathroom. About a minute later I realized it was too quite and something was wrong. I found Donny sitting on the bathroom floor with a pair of scissors in his hair. He looked at me and said, "BARBER!" Luckily I caught him when I did, he only cut a bit off the top of his head.

I haven't been able to post in a few days because his medicine makes him crazy and I just haven't had time. By the end of the night, I'm just too tired. He still has 48 hours of treatments and then a few days before the medicine is out of his system and he will calm down. The nor'easter hit last night and is still lingering, so he won't be able to play outside and burn off some of his energy. Hopefully, the rain will move out before sundown.