Checking a Box

I gave P a haircut! With scissors. My first. The front came out very neat but the back of his head looks like a model of step farming. Anyway, I got away with it and now the more I look at it, the prouder I feel about my creation. Like I am ready to give a haircut to the world. 

It's as if V suddenly stumbled on a box of old memories. These days she starts the calls with, "Hey, do you remember... " and before we know it, both of us are laughing even before a sentence begins. Yesterday we were reminiscing about the times we were talking gibberish. We used to have a gibberish conversation! We agreed that if it was a little structured, we could have it on Duolingo. 

What would we be laughing about ten years down the line?