Dog License

The boy's hair is getting woolly. Indeed, they are beginning to resemble sheep dogs. So, in order to avoid having to buy them each a license, I told them Friday that they had two days to say goodbye...Sunday would be haircut day.  As if on cue, the usual dramatics and carrying on commenced.

"What will our friends say?" one asked.

Probably, "hello, nice to see you...where have you been all year?"

"This is very bad for our self esteem. Don't you care about us?" the other one asked.

Of course I care about you, Cousin It, but I am certain that you will emerge from your tonsorial experience with your young psyche intact. Today, they migrated their pleas for deliverance to their mother because they knew, as far as I was concerned, the discussion was closed. Ashley kept assuring them that it wouldn't be cut too short but would simply be tidied up.  At dinner, Ashley pointed at both boys and made clear that they had better do a terrific job cleaning their hair in the shower tonight or tomorrow there would be buzz cuts.  This announcement was met with complete silence as they pondered this proposal (threat).  Meanwhile, I arranged a semi-evil grin on my face and said, tongue-in-cheek,

"Well, if you like my hairdo then you have nothing to worry about." 

Immediately Logan piped up.

"Daaad...you don't have any hair."

Thank you Logan.

- 1 October 2011