Haircut

I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow, and when I mentioned this to Isaac, he was worried. In fact, he grabbed a handful of my hair as a reassurance.

"Don't worry; it's just a trim," I said. "The ends are getting a little shaggy."

"I like it shaggy," he said. "If your barber cuts it too short, I might have to yell at him." He got a tighter hold on my hair.

Teasingly, I said, "Maybe I'll have all my hair cut short. Then you won't be able to pull it any more."

"You can cut your hair short when I'm dead," he said, running his fingers through it.