Out of the Mouths of Babes

So, I come back home from getting my hair cut.  My daughter, the nocturnal imp, after her usual 3 a.m. stint, was still asleep when I got in, but within a few minutes, she woke up.  I’ve tried to make it a habit to get the babies when they wake up and spend that cuddly, sleepy time with them.  I may not get any other hugs or affection the rest of the day, so I try to be opportunistic about it.

Anyway, I went to get her.  She greeted me with her usual “DADDY!” in that tiny, sleep-slowed and softened voice.  My heart melted.  As I bent to pick her up, she pulled back with a quizzical look on her face.

“Daddy … what’s wrong with your hair?”

That just about says it all.

I sure miss my normal life, including good haircuts from professionals who don’t work at the cosmetic industry equivalent of McDonald’s.


Be safe and have a great holiday weekend, everyone.

God bless.




8 thoughts on “Out of the Mouths of Babes

  1. Oh, no!! Shoot! Excuse me for a second while I remove the foot that is currently wedged in my mouth….whew! Much better!

    Sorry about that. Since I obviously have no concept of what your hair did or does look like, I’m going to have to go with what your wife says. It sounds like she thinks you’re smokin’ hot, so it must look pretty good. πŸ™‚

  2. Casey — ROFLMAO!! Woo! IF — and it’s a BIG IF — my wife thinks that, it’s because she’s got lousy taste in men (ask her childhood friends), and she’s saying that because she has to. πŸ˜‰

    You’re fine, sweetie — you didn’t put your foot in it at all. Hope I didn’t make you feel bad. πŸ™‚


  3. Hey, Sup — sorry you didn’t get it, but I’m glad you came by and took the time to leave me a note. I hope you enjoyed your visit, and please feel free to stop back anytime. πŸ™‚

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