Today, daughter Elizabeth cut my hair. No, she doesn’t know how to cut hair, but two YouTube videos gave her a few tips. I helped by urging her to make that first three inch cut.
“It’s really short!” she said.
“No problem,” I replied. “Anything you do will be better than this helmet I currently have.”
An hour later and after much careful snipping, Liz produced quite a presentable haircut. I feel very happy. The helmet is gone and my head feels lighter. What joy!
Thank you, Liz, for my orange grove haircut. You may have a whole new career ahead of you.