Sunday morning Kate and I begin to talk:
Mom, I want to get my haircut.
Like to my ears or a little shorter. Shorter than yours.
Okay, we can get a haircut.
TODAY. I want it today.
Hair places are closed Sunday and Monday.
Oh, then Tuesday.
flash forward two hours and we are getting in the car going to run errands in Nashua
I want to get the mail.
The mail doesn’t come today. It’s Sunday.
Oh, so no hair or mail on Sundays? Are the mail people and the hair people the same?
Hunh… the dots connected… but oddly.