Lloyd got a haircut.
I’ll give you a moment to recover from your shock.
He didn’t do it for me, mind you – he did it for his other love, Ron Paul. See, there’s a Republican Party meeting in McCook on Saturday and he didn’t want his fellow conservatives to mistake him for some long-haired hippie freak. (He’s a delegate, as you might remember.)
I’m most excited about spending Saturday morning in the booming metropolis that is McCook! Apparently my grandpa was pastor there for a while, so I’ll have to scout out the surroundings. (Dad, any recommendations?) If nothing else, they have a Dollar General.
Ok, back to the hair. The problem with this haircut is that the middle schoolers at Lloyd’s school have been raising money to help Haiti victims, and if they reached $1000 they could do something to his hair. He needed shorter hair for Saturday, but still wanted to keep it a little long for the kids. I suggested he go to a hair place at the mall and explain his quandary – cut it a little, but still leave it kinda longish. She didn’t quite understand, and cut it too short.
Any suggestions about what they should do to his shiny new hair?