"Mom, whatcha doin" he says when I answer the phone.
"Nuthin, whatdda ya need? I reply..
"I need a haircut, we have a Christmas party Friday night and my hair looks like hell" he says.
"Come on over, I can do it right now" I tell him.
When I hang up the phone I do a little dance. Daddio looks at me kind of weird like.
"Oh man" I say, "my kid needs a hair cut" I twirl around the kitchen as I talk.
I'm giddy waiting for him to come.
I get my haircutting things ready and when he gets there I take my good ol time doing the job.
There aren't many times you can get away with mauling your adult son...while giving a hair cut is one of those times.
I touch his cheeks, multiple times.
I lift his chin and force him to peer into my eyes (I tell him he needs to look me straight in the eye so I can make sure his sideburns are even... teee-heee).
"Hold still, and let me get all this hair off of you" I say as I clean his neck with my fingers.
"MOM, stop it....I can feel you sniffin my neck, cut it out" he yells and swats at me.
"I wasn't sniffin your neck" I lie.
(I needed a fix real bad....it's been a long time.)
with the good smellin neck and the woman who worships the ground he walks on.