I dropped in on Rodeyo today with Liev in tow to have my bangs trimmed. The wait was less than a half an hour, but it felt longer with Liev along. Fortunately, a little boy awaiting a hair cut played with him.

The waif was four years old and so slender that he looked breakable. Liev, by contrast, seemed almost as tall, but twice as sturdy. I asked the little boy his name and he said “Juice” (Jesus). I was surprised how gently and intelligently Juice played with Liev. I made an appointment to have Liev’s hair cut next week, before his birthday. I am supposed to wait till he is one before the hair cut, but this is close enough.