This is one of the few times Noah has sat at the table and concentrated on an art project.
Another story that must be told - the day Davis cut his own hair. I wish I had written it down when it happened, because now the details are a bit fuzzy. I had been gone in the afternoon, probably a Saturday. Later that night, after the kids had gone to bed, I found a small tuft of blond hair on the floor in the dining room. Odd, since there were no haircuts that day that I knew of. The next morning I asked Davis about it, seeing as he is the only blond in our family, besides Eva who was ruled out as a suspect due to her inability to hold scissors. At first Davis tried to deny knowing anything about it. But after showing him the very blond evidence that was a perfect match for his own hair, he spilled the story. Apparently something had happened to Noah that made Noah cry, I can't remember if Davis had done something or what, but Noah was very sad. So, Davis took the scissors and cut a piece of his hair from the front of his head to make Noah stop crying. Davis said it worked and Noah stopped crying and laughed. I didn't have the heart to punish Davis for improper use of scissors because he had done such a tender-hearted thing for his brother.