Dear Nan,
Thank you so much for keeping Wells and G last weekend so Steve and I could go out of town. I noticed, when I got them home, that you had given G a little bang trim. I was very surprised that you, of all people, would cut my baby’s hair. As a child, you let my hair grow so long it appeared to be for religious reasons. And, every time I mention taking the boys for a haircut you throw your hands in the air in protest and threaten to disown me if more than an inch is removed. So, you can imagine my shock when I saw this…

Steve wanted me to ask you how you got him to hold still long enough to cut it. But, judging by the looks of his hair, you didn’t. All week I have tried to figure out who he looks like with his new snip job. It took me a while to put my finger on it, but it finally came to me.

Your poor grandchild already thinks he has multiple names- Graham, Gus, Baby G, Grahamburger, G, G money. Now, thanks to you, we can add Lloyd Christmas, Jim Carey, LC and dumber. Oh, and in case you forgot, G’s birthday is next week. And with birthdays, come parties. And with parties, come pictures. Lots of pictures. Thanks, Nan.

Don’t get me wrong, you are a fantastic grandmother, and I love you dearly. And I really appreciate you keeping my children, honest, I do. But, if you EVER get near my baby with a pair of scissors again, I will take them both for buzz cuts. Disowned or not.

Love and kisses,
Wowie