It was time for Buddy’s summer haircut and like every other year since he could talk – he begged for a buzz cut.
I don’t know why it’s been hard to buzz this kid. His older brothers routinely got a buzz the end of May every year until they were old to just say no.
But Buddy – we’d cut short – but never buzz.
This year though – he asked me once again after a week of extreme heat and humidity. The ticks were terrible and I had spent several minutes every night checking his head for the tiny varmints.
I caved.
We got him all set up outside with the clippers before I realized that I had never given a buzz cut before. Jan’s dad, a retired Air Force colonel, is our usual barber and not only does a wonderful job , but saves us lots of money.
But Buddy had complete trust in me – or else he was desperate.
A few anxious minutes later – Buddy was buzzed.
He grinned from ear to ear.
Mom cried.
His sisters told him it was cute and every time he walked past them they would rub his head – which annoyed the kid so much that in desperation he resorted to…
…2 hats and a hoodie.
Hmmm… now tell me son, how does a buzz cut keep you cool in the heat when you keep it so well covered?!
