You can read a book, you can fall in love, make a new friend, Dan can use a whole bottle of hot sauce, Your heart can ache for your family that you haven't seen, you can start a new routine, your favorite baseball team can go from being tied for first place to being ahead 8 games, the seasons can change, the train schedule can change, and your job can change. And you know what else, your haircut can work itself out.
Jill called me yesterday being overly dramatic about Dillon's awful haircut. Apparently it slipped her mind that he gets a scissor cut on the top... not a 4 all over. The poor guy has a buzz. She's devestated and while she was telling me this story on the phone yesterday all i could tell her was one of Dad's favorite jokes (he calls it a joke, I'm not sure how much of one it is) "What's the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut?" In unison Jill and I both answered, "2 WEEKS!"
So don't worry Jill, or Crazy Mommy, as Dillon affectionately calls you, Dillon's hair will be fine in two weeks. And he'll be his handsome little self... with his crazy bed head.
And Jes, be strong for the next two weeks... and it will all be okay!
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