It’s no secret that I’ve been getting my hair cut from the same guy for the last 18 years. He doesn’t even ask me how I want it any more. He just cuts it, shaves my neck with a straight razor, and sends me on my way. I think it’s one of the few places that I’m a certified regular.

Today, his daughter brought in her 3 kids, who range in age from weeks to five years. When her mother would say things like “I hate that,” the middle girl, who is about two and as cute as a button, would chastise her for using “bad” words. While I was getting my neck shaved, she started sweetly singing, causing me to laugh so hard that I’m surprised that I didn’t get my head cut off. Before her mother stopped her she was singing,

“Shit is a bad wooooorrrd. Shit is a bad woooooorrrdd.”

I guess she made the song up earlier and had been performing it at the top of her lungs at a local department store before her mother had quieted her down.

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