Maybe she'll kill me for writing this, but Adrian here, being scalped by my daughter, only agreed to this haircut because he has a shine for her. Who else would be crazy enough to have a distracted 11 year old cut their hair?
Talia and Adrian's sister joined in the cutting in the shady lot next to our house.
A technique Sabina had learned at beauty school
Adrian had yet to see himself in the mirror
Rebecca. Adrian's sister and a co conspirator
Brian and I worked long and hard building that bamboo fence. The peluqueria is open. Adrian's mother failed to see the humor. She dragged him to a barbershop who could only repair the damage by shaving his head. As my father says, "what's the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut? About 2 weeks."
I had much better luck. And there's Larry at my feet, uncharacteristically docile.
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