The woman waiting at the pharmacy held her handsome toddler son somewhat like a sack of potatoes. He had beautiful skin with pink cheeks, an impish grin and very long curly and unruly black hair. I smiled saying, "Now that's some hair."
"Yeah--he's not getting a haircut till his dad comes home."
"Home?"
"In four months he'll be back from Afghanistan."
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