This morning Ian informed us that he could not go with us to drop Daddy off at the Metro because, and I quote, “I have Crazy Hair.” (See said Crazy Hair above, along with Let’s-Adopt-Him-Thomas and the rarely photographed Mommy.)

By mid-afternoon he had decided he was a baby bird, so tonight we did the full-bore feather washing and grooming routine.  Here he is, freshly coiffed: