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.