Tonight John asserted that he has better hair. This is not a new assertion. It’s been brought up before. Anyone I’ve told about his notion has laughed. All people I’ve told have seen both his hair and mine. I’ll admit, he’s got good hair. Especially for a guy. BUT, I have good hair. It is very manageable and soft and nice. I’m not trying to be vain, it’s just true. According to John, however, he hopes our future children have his “wicked righteous do.” (As an aside, John and I just had a little chat about the spelling of the word “do,” I am of the opinion that it is “do” short for “hairdo.” He thought it was doo. Like the dog doo.) I’ll leave it at that and let the world judge for themselves.
Oh, and he said, “I love you. And in the end, it doesn’t matter who has better hair.”
We’ll see.
I do hope Lola has his red hair, anyway. I’ve always wanted ginger hair.
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