Mom got a call from Dad on her way home from work -He said "your going to kill me".... then a shuffling sound, and a little voice gets on..."my hair is not right"
Uh-oh.
I arrived home to find a fuzzy haired little Grahm, who despite the phone call was pretty pleased with his new do, compliments of his Dad. I was pretty shocked, but after a few minutes (and some serious reminding from dad that hair does grow back) I was coming around. I couldn't believe the two of them pulled it off -it's a little short, but even. He looks kind of cute even. Not to say this should ever happen again.
When asked what prompted the sheering, I was told Grahm looked really hot. I usually turn to popsicles.
Boys.
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