First the Good News!
My grandson, Mr. Clayton D. Kaiser, got his first haircut yesterday and everything came off just as it was supposed to except for one minor incident hardly worth mentioning. But more about that later.
The Hair Cut
It only took three of us to hold him down (he being the ticklish type) but we are happy to report that not only does his haircut look fabulous, he also managed to retain both ears in the process — and, except for one slight nick in the back, looks downright dapper!
Unfortunately, there was one teensy-weensy complication during the course of “The Haircut”
It was an incident involving a little dog who happens to belong to the Kaiser Family. A little dog who seems lovable enough outwardly, but who, it turns out, has the heart and soul of a Radical!
That’s the way the landlady described it anyway in an emergency phone call during “the Haircut.”
The landlady wanted us to return to home base immediately and “DO SOMETHING!”
Talk about a Captain Kirk Decision-Making Moment!
A dilemma of epic proportions had presented itself:
Finish the haircut? Or stop mid-cut and rush home to save the neighbors?
In the end, we opted to continue with the haircut — but implored the hairstylist, Christine, to utilize the photon-torpedo scissors and go at it at warp speed!
Take us Home Scotty!
When we returned home, Trudy was back in her proper area, all the neighbors had returned to their living quarters and the Landlady, who lives across the way, was nowhere to be found.
And although there were no signs of violence or blood or anything like that, god only knows the toll that Trudy inflicted on the psyche of the entire neighborhood.
But hey! Mr. Clayton D. Kaiser’s hair looks GREAT, so who cares!
Until next time . . . I love you
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