This story is a little delayed, but I have a decent excuse, which I’ll get around to sometime soon… here’s a little ditty that gave me a chuckle:
It’s mid-May and the boys are both way overdue for a haircut. We’ve been so wrapped-up with tee-ball and baseball and myriad social engagements that the boys are in desperate need of a serious buzz.
It’s Friday night and I’m in the kitchen with Nate and I broach the subject of a visit to SuperCuts the following day…
“So Nate, I think maybe tomorrow we need to find time for a haircut.”
“Cut it all the way down to a bald head? Like Granddad?”
“Well, that’s not really what I was thinking but you can decide.” And thinking I should probably defend Granddad’s honor, “And what do you mean– Granddad has hair!”
“Granddad has a couple hair. Like twenty…. or ten.”
Sorry Granddad, I tried.