Haircuts aren't for blogposts. I get that. But let's make an exception here.
So I'm getting my $14 haircut and the lady says "how do you part your hair?" I tell her I don't, unless I'm going to a wedding or something. She still throws a handful of gel on my head and combs out a coif that Grandpa would've been proud of.
Of course I immediately looked 10 years older (which would now make me look 25), so when I get home I practice some "Dad" poses for the years to come.
Here, Junior has said something intriguing, but I'll still probably answer his/ her question with either "No" or "What did your mother say?"
In this classic pose, Junior has just finished telling a ripping yarn about something or other, I wasn't really paying attention... something reminded me of how funny that Hi & Lois was from earlier today.
Obviously Junior has done something that I don't agree with here. He/ She will have to kneel on some grits in the corner to think about what he/ she has done. "And clean up those grits after your time's up."
"I'll have to think about it."
