I COMPLETED WHAT HAS BECOME A MEMORIAL DAY tradition in this house this afternoon. That is, taking the boy's hair, and my own, down to a uniform 3/8th inch...military style. This year brought a twist though, as, after I got done with the boy, he got to be the one to return the favor.
He turned out to be pretty handy with an Oster clipper.
I would love to say our summer haircuts are a subtle tribute to the military, or a sign of solidarity for my buddy Boz, who has had to shave his head as a result of chemo-therapy (he's on the sunny side of the treatment, thank goodness) but the haircuts have a far more pragmatic purpose.
Wood ticks, and the constant battle to keep them from living off of our blood.