The last few weeks in August are deadly. Every activity goes on hiatus and all of a sudden you’re in this activity wasteland. Suddenly you’re making a whole day out of ridiculous things like a trip to the post office.
So today we went to get haircuts. Neko is a girl, so we only got her hair cut every few months. Shep is a boy, and good lord, who knew boy hair had to be cut so often? What is the deal with that? Kate Hudson must be on to something, letting her boy grow his hair down to his knees.
But Shep, I love you so much when it comes to haircuts. Neko is a nightmare, and I have to sit in the chair with her, preceeded by a lengthy coaxing/bribing/lecturing session. You just hop into the chair, look down when they say to look down, and don’t even flinch when they use the clippers. And then you happily hop down, get your lollipop, and even throw the wrapper away.
Thank you for this gift. It is priceless.