…as a three dollar bill

Clark and I are sitting at “Todd’s Barbershop”, an old fashioned hair cut place in Riverton that only gives haircuts to men. Surrounded by seven or eight old men, actually what looks like a platoon of bonafide war veterans, out of the blue Clark looks up and tells me loudly;

“Hey daddy, I love boys.”

“Umm. You mean action figures guys, right?”

“No, I just like boys.”

Then he looks back down at his coloring book, without a thought, and continues on with his artistic work. Leaving me to try and find a way to nonchalantly explain. So, flipping through a magazine, I utter to myself, loudly enough for everyone to hear, “Ha ha, little tike says the craziest things. Gotta love that phase when they hate everything about girls…”

I peered up, hoping they were laughing. Nope. Just that old timer look you always get, with a subtle head shake, when someone from the “Greatest Generation” thinks you’re raising a “Mary”.

So I just mumbled something about "them being the ones going to an all male barbershop"...but I don't think they heard me.