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My son, the refugee

For a number of years, as evidenced in my wife’s gallery, I shaved the boy’s heads. This made for cooler summers for them and easy hair care for us, “Go scrub your head” , and less need for hair care products (which I think men should shun anyway). Last summer I took them for real hair cuts. It was to be the last summer of the boys’ baldness. Well Aoghdan just asked me to shave his head. He originally wanted a mohawk but once it was cut in he decided to go bald. He is now in the tub scrubbing his head. I won’t do the other boys unless they ask but it looks like another bald summer with the Potter clan.

Now Aoghdan is so skinny that he looks like a cancer patient or a refugee with his head shaved. If I wasn’t married I’d tie a bandanna on his head, go to the store, and pick up women using him as bait. Yeah I am evil but women can’t resist a little boy who looks like he’s doing chemo! I am so wrong. I can’t even believe I admitted to that. It’s a good thing I am a Christian and God tells me that certain things are wrong. I would be so screwed if that were not the case.

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