The boys so quickly turn into young men. The two oldest (18 & 20) give themselves haircuts and the two middles (13 & 16) do each other. I'm happy to nearly be out of that job. These two still call me in to trim their edges.
They were sitting side by side, absorbed in Calvin and Hobbes books this morning. Just as I snapped the picture Matthew threw his aside. Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! Oh boy! Oh boy! (The five sons.)