On Thursday, five days after the initial head shave, Charlie said his hair felt "uber heavy."
So back we went to Huey's barbershop. This time, Huey himself did the honors -- shaving what was left of Charlie's tresses. And not without asking several times if Charlie was SURE that's what he wanted.
Charlie was. So Huey shaved.
His parting words: "Charlie, the next step...is blood."
In the car, Charlie told me he wanted it short so, in case his team made the volleyball playoffs, everyone could rub his head for good luck.
We'll see how well that works. Playoffs are today at 4; the Lions are in 'em.
I'm a writer who loves to run and who is basically optimistic, albeit a bit hard on myself.
My son (that lovable kid here) may have spent too much of his summer vacation neither reading books not cleaning out his car, but he does have a great sense of humor. In other words, he usually thinks I'm funny.