My Youngest: Comedic Relief

My husband tells me of his and and our youngest son’s adventures while J and I were at the hospital. They both went for haircuts on Thursday because, honestly, every single one of them was in need anyway. The lady asks our son what type of haircut he would like, and he tells her, “a normal one.”

What’s a normal one?

“Not a mohawk. A normal one.”

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