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Haircut Tender Mercy

Wow. I have such a hard time with this exercise! I chalk so much up to coincidence and there are so many small coincidences throughout my day that I feel silly writing about something that makes me happy even though it's small and might sound stupid to somebody else. I also have such a hard time stifling my satirical humor while I try to be more in tune with my surroundings, others, and God.

Today's little miracle that made me happy: I looked at my shaggy boys' hair and announced they were getting haircuts. Right now. I remembered a coupon I had at home and went home to get it. In the process, my 9 year old talked me out of getting a haircut. He promised he will start combing his hair if I will remind him. Personal hygiene is not high on a 9 year old boy's priority list. I not only found the coupon but it expired today. Not only that, but I didn't have to fight a 4 year old boy with the shears and 19 year old girl at Great Clips got a big tip - thus negating the coupon but maybe she needed the $2.50 more than I did.

And my 4 year old boy got three suckers. His own little tender mercy.

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  1. KimberlyMay 21, 2009 at 5:23 PM

    And your four year old looked so cute with his new cut too, I don't blame you for giving her a tip!

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