Who will cut his hair?

Miles goes with his brother and dad to get haircuts but this time he came home without sitting for the barber. He refuses say his parents so you will have to cut his hair with the clippers we will purchase.

“You who?” I asked just to make sure they’re addressing me. I have many talents but using barber shears is not one of them. I’m sure he’d like a children’s hair place like The Kids Kut with chairs that are horses, fire engines and cars so I drive him 30 minutes to wait for the turn to have his hair cut where only little boys are allowed.

When his turn arrived he let me put him in the chair and after the cape got on and the cutting began, he started squirming and fussing to get down. Another mother quickly handed me a quarter for the candy machine in hopes that we could stuff candy down him immediately. Miles was not interested in being bought off with candy so he pulled his cape off, and climbed down. The barber urged me to “just let him cry” but I said as the grandma I couldn’t do that. The parents can be the bad guys but not me. I say give him the Ryder Hudson look with long, flowing locks.

Later he spent the night at my house and gave me a continued run for my money. The thing that made him go to bed early was pouring his bath water on the floor but he paid me back by waking up at 5:15 a.m. Good thing for him that he’s cute.

Tomorrow I’ll be at Cyd’s until I meet Linda on Thursday when we fly to New Orleans. I have a very compact duffle bag with all my work clothes and tools. It looks like I intend to work so I really hope they have some good supervisors to guide us.

I’ll think we’ll make a pretty good showing of Warden girls. I’m interested in knowing if anyone from Warden has volunteered there. We’re tough, we don’t require fancy accommodations, and I can talk to you in person for a week. You’ll be sick of that.