Well, our second child Maggie had her birthday today. As we approached her birthday I asked her what she wanted. She said she wanted me to shave my head. Actually, more correctly, she said SHE wanted to shave my head.
Those who have known me over the last four or five years will know that this was not a difficult request to fulfill. Much to Mali's chagrin, I have kept my hair very short for the better part of that time. I've forgotten what I really look like with hair any longer than an inch. In fact, I'm pretty sure I couldn't wield a comb properly if my life depended on it at this point.
Anyway, after we had dinner and all the presents were unwrapped, Maggie and I went to the back porch so she could give me a haircut.
She is obviously enjoying what she is doing...
And for the record, she have me a mohawk first.
Maggie's final verdict, and I quote: "That was the best birthday present, EVER!"
It's hard to argue with a statement like that. So I won't.