I knew we were going for a haircut even before my son said "But Dad, I'm finally able to train my hair to not curl."
It was Tuesday, discount day at Cost Cutters, and we three guys had our appointments with Roberta, a friend. The boys didn't want to be there, didn't even want to look in the style books. "I'm only going to let her take off the thickness of a fingernail," one son said.
I had to go last because the boys didn't want to chance me telling Roberta how short I wanted theirs. If they've opposed cuts in the past they'd always get over it and end up liking it. This time was different. Maybe they saw their long hair as winter insulation so all they got this week was a trim.
Anyway, to celebrate their new look, or as a bribe, (or to reward my teens for not crying), I told them we could get a cone afterward. We agreed on
Divino Gelato but one of the boys wanted his cone in cash so he could shop at
ABC R/C across the street. Sure, why not?
"Can you make it a waffle cone," he wondered? Of course. What are dads for? If you want to make your non-cone a waffle non-cone go right ahead. Need a new set of rubber for your R/C car? Why not ask for a couple non-cookies and a non-quart of gelato to not take home?
As it turned out, he needed a couple more cents for his ABC R/C transaction. Maybe he forgot to factor in the non-tax for his non-gelato waffle cone?
It was the best gelato my son never tasted.
