Jun
6th
Sat
6th
Why yes, you can call me Delilah.
I did it. I cut his hair.
I suppose it had to be done. He’s three. He specifically requested it. And he really did look like a girl with that mane.
Right afterwards, I picked him up so he could see himself in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection with a glee that he normally reserves for chocolate, backhoes and puppies.
“Mommy. I look like a man now.”
(pause)
“Can I drive?”
