Here’s another sign of independence:

I’ve been taking boys for haircuts at a local barber (near in-law’s) for $6. Since they are staying with them this week, I thought thy’d can stop by the barber’s and get a haircut themselves. So this morning, I gave them $20 and told them to go the barber themselves (for the first time, on their own). Like many things, firsts are always a bit nerve wrecking. They have to cross a few busy streets. The barber is tucked inside another hair salon. Can they find her alright? An hour later, I got a text from Dai Bee “we’re home.” Whew, what a relief to see these words.

By the way, they both looked handsome after the over due haircut!