Last night I tried to write a blog post. I was struggling to put into words how I feel about the situation in Minneapolis. The anger that permeates all the news regarding race in our country. The helplessness to change anything.
And then I went upstairs to check on my son and was reminded of WHY you never leave him alone for any reason…
This happened because I told him I was going to cut his hair the next day.
I often wonder whether my son is actually listening to me.
Now I know.
He is listening with a vengeance.
And a plan.
Below is a link on Facebook to my reaction to his styling techniques.
If you are struggling to get through depression or the continuing of Covid-19 isolation, or you could just use a laugh, it is my gift to you.
Also, you won’t be feeling so bad about your own hairstyles now, will you?
https://www.facebook.com/Kirizar/videos/10157361845595868/
TheDustSeason 
Oh Alex. Wasn’t your mom tempted to dye each one of those little bits a different color?
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Only if I wanted everything in the house to be the same color. As it is, the kid still writes on most surfaces with indelible marker. I don’t know why the laundry chute says 1842, but apparently, it is a significant date to someone!
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:O It would be so great if there were a key to that mind…
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Classic… and nice recovery. My feed is full of Minneapolis posts. One segment of the population has had e-bleeping-nough. But just like every mass shooting or egregious murder of an unarmed person of color, the news cycle will move on and nothing will change. Remember the Vegas shooting? Unbelievable.
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I got a haircut something like that on my first day in basic training.
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I didn’t, but I did get my hair chopped for an inspection so badly that the Drill Sergeant let me go to the beauty parlor to get it trimmed right. That has to be a first.
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Oh my word! Well saved! I’m suffering my own covid hair woes… In the heat we’re having now (mid-90s today) I just can’t stand having hair on my sweaty neck, but it’s too short for a bun or pony tail. So I’ve released my Inner Pippi Longstocking! Not enough for braids, but bunches work too!
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Post that picture! Seriously. I need to see that!
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Didn’t I text it to you? Your brain probably couldn’t retain something so absurd.
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I have a vague recollection that you did, but I just checked and all I can find is a German Shepherd offering me a soggy tennis ball. Even on your worst hair day, I doubt you are that furry!
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He’s a Belgian Malinois, not a German Shepherd! (The distinction matters to him.)
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Much like Hercule Poirot’s indignity at being mistaken for French. As he would say, “I am a Belgie, not a Frenchy!”
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Precisely!
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Some days you just have to laugh. Oh my. I thought it looked like a good haircut for a DC villain, actually. 🙂
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That made me laugh so much! Bless his heart!
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I know. I had to share it with the world. We can seriously use a laugh here in the States. I’m sure this laugh can be shared round the world!
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