He Asked For It.

Monday night, A asked for a buzz cut. I said that maybe we would later in the week.




Tuesday morning, A asked for a buzz cut.




"Are you sure?" I asked. "Once I cut them off, I can't put them back on." I took down Portable Stonehenge. "So, Bud, we're almost at the equinox here." I put my finger at the Ides of Autumn. "And Halloween is here, and Christmas is here." I moved my finger around the path of the sun. "And Groundhog Day is here, and the Spring Equinox is here. Your curls probably won't come back until Easter or so. Are you sure you want me to buzz cut your hair?"

"Yeah," he said. "What's Groundhog Day?"

After I explained how the Groundhog's Shadow worked... I got out my electric clippers and buzzed the golden curly locks away.

"There's going to be women crying all over the country," M said when A greeted him at the door later that afternoon.