For some reason the kids love being up high on someone's shoulders. If Shannon and I are feeling adventurous, we each take one and we have baby chicken fights. It's hard to tell who wins because we can't see what's going on up there. Clearly a time that Shannon has an advantage in the situation because he doesn't have any hair. When I hold the kids on my shoulders, they seem to think my hair is the best handle they should hang on to. Inevitably, they dismount with a fistful. Hopefully they are only pulling out the gray ones!