I keep tinkering on a cheesy Thanksgiving post, which I’d still like to do, but it will have to wait. Work and life have been busy enough that I haven’t thought much about writing here, which is a bummer. As you can imagine, Lindsay has been doing all manner of mischief that really needs a permanent recording somewhere.
One of her favorite imaginary games is to play Haircut. She starts by summoning one of us back into her room, which she calls her office. She invites us to take a seat, then she explains that she has to put an apron on us. Occasionally, after the apron, she offers goggles, which I always accept (I hate getting the little hairs in my eyes, of course.) She looks around for something pliable enough to wrap around a head and shoves them on. Before the actual haircut, she has to put some __ (insert made up, very cute sounding word here) on the hair. Wow, that stuff is great, and it “doesn’t smell stinky” at all, as she likes to say. All in all, it’s a very pleasant experience, for a haircut.