A Hairy Conundrum

My 3 year old niece said to me the other day:

“What’s wrong with your hair?”

“What do you mean?” I inquired.

“It’s long.”

I paused considering the source of the criticism. She means well, right? Perhaps someone put her up to this? That doesn’t seem likely. Three-year-olds can’t pull of this sort of stunt with that straight of a face.

“Like Jeff’s beard,” continued my niece. Her face remained as steady as ever. No sign of silliness here.

An uncomfortable pause ensued. Jeff is my Sister-in-law’s boyfriend who happens to sport a beard that isn’t far from attaining ZZ-Top stature. I was undeniably approaching Tribblecon 2 in the hair department, though the comparison seemed a bit exaggerated.

“Well,” I anxiously replied, “Uncle Greg hasn’t been to the hair stylist in a long time.”

It was an honest-enough response. However, children of this age can see BS through empty explanations like a hawk can see its prey through water.

“Why?” inquired my Niece in that 3-year-old broken record, calling you out sort of way. One word, delivered eloquently, challenging me – calling me out. Thrust on stage with everyone’s attention. Check, check, one, two. Ahem.

“Um,” I started, only to be cut off by Betsy as if on cue and rehearsed:

“Uncle Greg needs a hair cut, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah!” giggled my Niece.

My brow furrowed and my mood soured. Did Betsy put her up to this? Was I just now the mark in a coordinated assault to lodge a bullet of shame and doubt squarely in the middle of my temple? The aim was sure and the execution perfect.

Despite the source or intent of the inevitable circumstances – success was had in affording me the necessary motivation to deliver myself to my stylist for the taming of my mop.

I go in tomorrow at 11AM for a much needed haircut.






One response to “A Hairy Conundrum”

  1. Kamalu Avatar

    You really shouldn’t let yourself go like that… Lol! Loved the narrative. It was surprisingly suspenseful.

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