I was getting my haircut recently with my son (I won’t say which to preserve a modicum of privacy for the poor boy), and after we were done the stylist I had come to know over the last 2 years began to tell me about her wayward daughter who had finally come ‘home’ through a rehab program in Florida. She was emotional, and when I mentioned we prayed for her she gushed with gut-felt gratitude.
As we walked out of the building, my son suddenly stopped and looked at me and said, “Dad, that’s it. You aren’t allowed to speak anymore in public around me. Really Dad – the barber?”
A parent’s special vocation is to unwittingly inflict public humiliation on their children.