yes, i finally did it. we cut his bangs a while back, for visibilities sake, but i just wasn't ready to part with the curls. for a while now i've been looking at his locks, thinking about cutting them...chewing on the idea, and even asking him if he was ready to cut his hair (he always said no). then a couple of days ago jubal and vesta emerged from the den that is the girls' bedroom and she had, once again, dressed him as a pretty little girl with big poofy pigtails and a dress-sized (on him) undershirt. she said his name was penelope. it irked me. i realize it's harmless play and everyone has fun, but it irked my anyways. somehow, that sealed it for me. i whipped out the hair scissors and a big bowl to hold the hair and snip-snip-snipped it away. goodbye hair. it's not all short and clipped in true boy style--i was hoping to preserve some top curls, plus i don't know how to cut hair like that. so he's sort of a cross between peter pan and a victorian boy toddler, with some haley mills (circa parent trap) thrown in. he's adorable and it's fun to see his eyes so clearly, as well as his handsome neckline. it was a bittersweet occasion, but i'm pleased with the results...now we'll see if everyone STILL assumes he's a girl.
they ate breakfast together: an omlettle he made filled with spinach and cream cheese and tomatoes and a bagel they split with salmon and more of the cream cheese and some capers she went back to the fridge for. they amused themselves discussing what capers are and how they came to be in jars at upscale markets for them to buy and eat on bagels with salmon. he liked to think they came from the sea somehow, and she assured him they were really little berries of some sort of fragrant bush. she fished the capers out of the tall jar as they talked and ate more than usual, something about their brininess described a hunger for her that she didn’t know she had, and then filled it. they drank steaming mugs of rich coffee with cream (and two sugars in his). she loaded the dishwasher and wiped off the counter while he cleaned the coffeegrounds and little spills from the coffee pot. the sun shone cleanly into their white kitchen and onto their bodies as they moved about their tasks and then they kissed one another and left for work, him to an office in town and her upstairs to her office where she worked as a freelance ad designer. it was a perfect morning. it was the perfect morning.
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