Two teenagers. Scissors. A bottle of black hair dye. Duran Duran. Et voila.
The master bath now has a coating of black hair dye that is truly frightening, while the guest bath is covered in a fine carpet of snipped off pink locks. Good thing I didn't clean the bathrooms today, I guess. It'll be so much more satisfying tomorrow.
It should be said that I have the most excellent progeny ever.