The barber washed my hair seven times before he sat me up and began cutting it. All the while my back was to the large mirror so I couldn’t see what he was doing but it sure seemed like he was cutting an awful lot off.
“Don’t cut it too short.” I said but Daddy Phil was sitting across from me and told me to let the man do his job.
“I better not look like a goof when you’re done!” I quietly said only loud enough for myself to hear; or so I thought.
The barber leaned down and whispered into my ear, “When I am done, every girl in town will want you.”
After what seemed to be nearly forever the Barber asked Daddy Phil, “Well what do you think?”