I smile because you’re my dad, I laugh because there is nothing you can do about it.
She told him her salon was called Splooshafan and she was the owner and best hair lady, Lucy Swan. He was to come in, sit down and get his hair done and say “whatever he wants”. She had an accent, like out of sweet valley high. It was all sorts’ of fabulous this Sunday morning.
He’s a fine dad, in more than one way. Sofia and I are lucky to have him as our own. Now if he would just sit still longer she might actually be able to convince him that she could wash and cut his hair too.