My Love made the appointment for last Tuesday. Not being one for history, she didn’t realize the significance of selecting December 7 as the day for her and Thing 1 to finally make good on someone’s promise to chop off her tresses for a good cause.
“Pearl Harbor Day,” I told her. “When the Japanese bombed us into World War II. ‘A date which will live in infamy.’”
Combined, the two of them donated seven locks, each at least 10 inches long.
And hardly a tear was shed.
And yes, Thing 1 still wanted to know if she could get paid.
She settled for a plate of sliders and wings at a restaurant down the street.