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Okay, so I’m at work, working (translation: reading a book) when Mommy sends me a text.
Received: 5:46PM
our son is bald.
Last time I checked, he had a healthy head of hair… and that was Wednesday morning.
So of course, I send her a text message.
Sent: 5:47PM
What? What happened?
Considering the stink she made about making sure I got him a haircut, and then the fun we had discussing the fact the back was a little off kilt, this concerned me.
Received: 5:48PM
your son decided he needed a haircut
I didn’t get a chance to reply to the last text when she called me. Apparently, he was playing with something using scissors, probably some kind of art kit or whatnot, and he decided to give himself a little trim off the top.
More like right down Broadway. She couldn’t possibly fix it, so she got her brother to buzz him down.
I can’t wait to see it.
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