While I was working today I saw a message appear on our group chat about the cub. With a return to school, myr s had just taken him to the barber and conversational shenanigans commenced.
The poor lady asked “What would you like done?” and received the typically blunt response: “I want it cut.” – cue a deep sigh and attempt to extract some sort of engagement with a willful kid with a taste for teasing.
I just had a mental image of a mock sulky expression with a mischievous twinkle and can only hope he doesn’t get immediately scalped one of these days.
Hopefully we’ll be able to meet up this weekend in one of the parks near them, finally exchange Christmas gifts and catch up properly. Fingers crossed.
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