In the middle of Cam's haircut, he started jerking unpredictably. "Cam, quit fidgeting." Another nod and a jerk. "Are you tired?" "No."
His eyes are half-closed.
"Hmmmmm... Rob? Could you come hold his head straight, so I can finish him
off?"
He did, and I did. And Cam slept sitting straight up, chin resting in Daddy's palm while Rob and I sniggered (word of the day).
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Can I have some of whatever drug you used next time I have to cut Carson and Parker's hair?
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