Tuesday, July 27, 2004


Just before going off to sleep, Sage came up to me and said, "I wanna touch", pointing at my hair.

So I lowered my head and she touched it, stroking the odd color that frightened her earlier with its intimation that she could just wake up changed as well.

"Do you like Daddy's funny hair?" I ask with hope stuck in my throat.

"Yes," she said, giggling. "Funny hair, funny hair".

And all is well.

Thank the stars.


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