That Does It! I'm Getting A Haircut!

Okay, so there's been a lot of depressive feelings expressed in blogs latley. Well, even more than usual. So I'm going to fix that with the most amusing (and by far most humiliating) story of all time on my part. Damn this is embaressing, but you know, it'll lighten the mood. And you'll be laughing for a while.

I'm walking home, as you do. And there are these kids playing in the road, a little girl and her older sister, about four and eight respectively. Anyway, they kinda freeze up playing, like kids do when they notice somebody's nearby to interrupt their game. So I just smile at them and carry on walking.

The four year old turns to the eight year old as I pass and says, (brace yourselves for this):

"Is that a girl or a boy?"

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I need a haircut.

Badly.

In my defence, at least the eight year old answered "It's a boy" fairly matter of factly.

Oh, and if you think you laughed at this, I hurried into the woods since it was nearby and broke down with laughter myself, and I'm the one that was insulted!