All was calm Friday night, exactly how Henry likes it, until Blake arrived and suddenly Henry had two ornery kids in his presence. We decided to give Henry a scene makeover while he was busily working at the computer on something gay. He was partially aware of what was happening, but too concerned with Photoshop to do anything more than limply swat at us.
Unfortunately, this was the best we could do because Henry’s locks are degenerate. Possibly, we could have whipped up a real follicular wonderwall of asymmetric proportions had we had the foresight to add scissors to our hairspray-brush powerhouse, but I think that adventure might have ended with some broken wrists.