As I write to you, one of my children is gracing me with a hair makeover -sweet gentle strokes of the brush, strategically placed pastel hair clips, bangs swept to one side. I think this kid has a real future in the beauty industry.
Unfortunately, we'll have to kiss that NFL retirement dream good-bye. Along with our dignity as we embrace our 6'4, 250 lb beautician...Isaiah. sigh. And don't go giving me the "love them no matter what they choose to be" speech. We will choose to love him while being completely embarrassed of him. No, no. I'm sure it won't come to that. We are planning now to send him to Haiti so he can man-up with Troy while killing small rodents. You don't mind another kid, do you Tara?
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Send him. I promise no results, but I'll give it a try.
Oh, wait ... I have to go -- Troy is weeping and needs kleenex.
Ha. Are you sure Troy's the guy for the job?!?!
Yeah, on second thought -let's put him under Hope's tutelage. She seems to be the emotional rock in the family.
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