I’m at a wedding or some formal reception. Round tables and chintz. My 8-year-old nephew is twitchy and agitated because he has an eyebrow hair that needs to be plucked. He grabs some scissors and starts snipping wildly at his head and face, trying to get the hair. Afraid he’ll poke his eye out, I take the scissors from him and tell him I’ll get it. I have to hold him down on the floor. He’s now morphed into a very sweaty, writhing baby. I finally pluck the hair and release him. Sweet, groomed relief.
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