See What I Mean?

Last night I e-mailed the school I work at a birth announcement and included a few pictures of Abigail as is standard practice.  I even added a line about how much hair Happy has so as to save people the trouble of commenting on it.  Even with that disclaimer thrown in there, this happens.  This is the entire e-mail:


"Congratulations Michael! I haven't met you yet as it's my first year at Washington. I can't believe how much hair your daughters have."

Even in e-mail, complete strangers can't help but comment on our daughters' hair in three sentences or less.

Wanted: Edward Scissorshands

In college there was a scrub on the cross country team we called the Barber Starver.  It was not a flattering term.  Some people can pull off shaggy hair and a beard.  Barber Starver could not.  I fear Charlotte is on her way to being a beardless barber starver.  She is getting a haircut today.  It's a win-win-win.  We won't have a Barber Starver for a child, Charlotte will be able to see, and the barber will get some money from us so  he can buy some food.