Last night the "children" and grandchildren returned after a weekend to Columbia for a soccer tournament.
Yonatan called on the video phone and asked me to come and play. Actually, I sat on the porch in a rocking chair and watched him ride his bicycle. He had allowed his hair to grow quite long thinking, somehow, that his "brillo pad" hair could grow bangs.
Finally he came to the conclusion the bangs are not going to happen and asked to have his hair cut. Dad Vernon answered that wish and now he has a very short summer hair cut.
We ate watermelon, I returned to little house and all retired.
Ain't God good?!