So Sunday morning, we sat down to a quiet, peaceful breakfast of rice pudding.
“I think I’m old enough to get bushy eyebrows,” Sid says, pinching a single eyebrow hair and extending it to an outrageous length.
With eyes rolled upward and leftward, he glares at the audacious hair. “This is really bothering m—OWWW!”
The rogue eyebrow hair slipped from his fingers, whiplashing a tender eyeball.
Blinking rapidly, eyes watering, Sid grimaces, “He’s a stiff little bugger.”
I guess I’ll start trimming his eyebrows along with his hair to keep him from eye injury.