He Has No Hair and Neither Do I
I was in the grocery store, calming perusing the meat department. We were into our second hour of being in town, and they were being remarkably good. Then it happened.
"Whoa. That man has NO hair," exclaimed Brandon. I gave him mad stink eye. So Corrine picked up where he left off.
"Why does he have no hair?"
I hoped the man with no hair had no hearing, but unfortunately he looked a healthy 50 years of age. Making cutthroat signs at my children and muttering at them, they asked simultaneously, "Why can't we say that?" Loud. I think if my basket had a few more groceries in it, I could have just crawled right in and buried myself.
"Whoa. That man has NO hair," exclaimed Brandon. I gave him mad stink eye. So Corrine picked up where he left off.
"Why does he have no hair?"
I hoped the man with no hair had no hearing, but unfortunately he looked a healthy 50 years of age. Making cutthroat signs at my children and muttering at them, they asked simultaneously, "Why can't we say that?" Loud. I think if my basket had a few more groceries in it, I could have just crawled right in and buried myself.
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