Click Go the Shears

I've just come back from lunch with Chris. He'll be with his mother again tonight because I've agreed to do an extra night of Captaining at TIFF. (She wanted $50 to "babysit" her own son!) I met him for lunch below my office so we could have a chance to catch up. After having a roti together I walked him part way back to school so we could stop in at the barber shop. He entered with a wild mane of about three month's growth and left with almost a buzz cut. It reminded me of a standard poodle leaving with its summer trim, and it was hard to repress my grin. He seemed pleased with the result though...

Listening to: Plea From A Cat Named Virtute by The Weakerthans from Reconstruction Site.