Little H has been chomping at the bit to cut something.  Mostly she wants to cut hair, but I think she'd be willing to find a substitute if necessary.  The last couple weeks she's been asking to cut my hair or her hair or Dan's hair or Buster's hair or Casey-the-dog's hair, incessantly.  Dan has also been dropping some major hints that Buster needs his haircut, too.  At least I think that's what he's been getting at by combing my son's hair like a serial killer after bath time.