Bunny Sighting

Most recent bumpy part:

While waiting for my plane home from Dallas, I received a desperate phone call from my mother. "I don't know what to do. I think Adam is going to kill Heath when he gets home." I had just been on the phone with them minutes before - what on earth could Heath have done in such a short time? What thing would make my mother fear for his very life?

Only the worse thing on earth you can do to a girl, evidently. He - I barely dare to type it - CUT QUIN'S HAIR.

Egad, you say. Those of you who know me know that hair is the very least of my concerns. OK, maybe not the least - makeup and nails fall behind. But I saw my mother's point. Adam was going to kill him.

He's a modern man by many standards, but there is at least one irrefutable exception. His girls are supposed to have long hair. They may pick up worms from the back yard and call them their friends. They may dress in their brother's hand-me-downs when they are not donning princess attire. They may hunt and fish and ride motorcycles to their hearts' content. But they must not - EVER - have short hair.

"How bad is it?" I ask.

My mother replies, "Oh, it's short. More on one side than the other."

I ask if our neighbor who owns the hair salon is home. No such luck. We run out of time - and my mother tosses the phone to Adam. I think I could have heard him in Dallas without the phone. Heath may be allowed to play video games again when he is 40.

I asked Heath why he did it. Evidently he thought this was the way to make Quin a boy. While I explained that this would not be the best way to go about it, I choose not to go into great detail in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport.

My neighbor got home before my plane arrived, so I never got to see Heath's chop job. But Quin has picked up a sassy new attitude from the first minute she got her sassy new cut. If you look closely at the picture, Heath is trying to give Carrie a set of bunny ears. . .just another bunny in the tunnel!