Lost, found and haircuts

The usual Saturday morning panic to find things we need for their various activities. The boy's woggle was lost but I tracked it down in the end, hidden amongst the rubbish in his room. Don't know what happens if you go to Beavers woggle-less.
Off for haircuts now - always fraught with danger because if I get the boy's hair cut too short, Mrs A will kill me. Best to play safe I think.