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Not even getting a haircut is easy...

So, I walked into Holiday Haircuttery, and sat down next to a young woman and her young son. The boy was probably pushing two years old, if not a little older. He was sitting on his mother's lap, and just talking away.

He points directly at me and says "Daddy!" I laugh, his mom laughs, ha ha, how cute. He points at some other woman and says "Mommy!", then at another man, and says "Daddy!" again.

Yeah, I know he was just calling every male adult a "daddy" and every female adult a "mommy", and yeah, I know it shouldn't have shaken me up much...but it did. I sat there for awhile as the boy kept looking at me and talking to me, and being generally adorable, and I just couldn't take it at one point. I got up, and left. I can get my hair cut some other time.

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Anonymous said…
Dear Josh,

I'm so sorry you had such a difficult time, but am pleased that you were able to see "adorable" in your experience. Each day may have it's difficulties, but they'll become easier to wade thru as time (slowly) passes.

The bad news is YOU STILL NEED A HAIR CUT! (I've got your back Nikki.)

I love you both.
Mom
Anonymous said…
Dear Josh,

There is never any rhyme or reason when it hits you. I was talking to a woman in the flower shop the other week while I ordered flowers to remember Laney's birthday and ended up crying like a baby. This is 11 years after we lost her. Don't ever be ashamed of feeling.

Love yas,
Cousin Deb
Emily said…
Josh, I never met you, and Nikki, we haven't spoken in ages, but I wanted you guys to know that I'm walking for Aaron in the March of Dimes walk. :)

http://www.walkamerica.org/personal_page.asp?si=723120BC-F32C-4977-ACC6-A532CBEE6409

- Emily (Brucker) Salvani :)

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