Saturday, November 26, 2005

Hair Today...

Regular readers of this space, random people on the street and anyone who has ever made my acquaintance know that there is one thing I value more highly than anything else in the known universe:

My hair.

I try to impart morality and character to my son. I try to infuse AJ with goodness, with a love thy neighbor as thyself mantra (unless of course thy neighbor calls a pre-flop raise with Q9s and and rivers his flush against your Rockets). I try to ingrain in him a love of nature, of the miracles of a leaf changing color, of a lizard's regenerating tail.

But if all that fails, at least he loves his hair.

It's been growing for about 5 months and he fusses over it like an septugenarian over her prize roses. I've asked him repeatedly if he wants a haircut, but he always refuses. He has taken a liking to my Crew pomade, a not cheap product that gives him the exact "porcupine" look he desires, though, truthfully, it's more of a mod-ish look, a classic carefully-coiffed-as-to-look-not-coiffed-at-all-shag-'do.

I couldn't be more proud.

And yes, this post is the answer to the question of "What does Joe think about when he's drunk and not playing poker?"


At 12:02 AM, Blogger facty said...

nice coif little guy!

Don't get it too near the vacuum.

At 6:44 AM, Blogger BadBlood said...

Mrs_Blood said "Awww!! What a cute kid!"

At 4:20 PM, Blogger Shelly said...

love it!

At 6:00 PM, Blogger April said...

OMG, he looks more and more like you!!! He's absolutely freakin adorable.


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