Forky got a haircut. We had to talk about it because he found himself insecure about the amount of curl he had in his hair.

I reassured him that we of the curly hair were the lucky and blessed ones. The conversation went something like this:


Cach: Did your idiot friends ask you if you "got a perm" again?

Fork: Yeah. I'm thinking about straightening my hair.

Cach: What?! No! Why would you do that? Why would you want to be a boring robot like everyone else. Everyone has straight hair. They all want curly hair!

Fork: They do?!

Cach: Of course they do. You just think everyone has curly hair because all the straight-haired people curl their hair to look like us. We're special. We're blessed.

Fork: They want to be like us?

Cach: Yeah, but it doesn't work. You can always tell. It's like chicks getting fake boobs. We appreciate the gesture, but it's not the same.

Fork: Straight-haired people are like fake boobs and we're like natural big boobs.

Cach: Ummm... right.


His account of the conversation is a bit more redacted than mine, but it has a good picture. So go there.

Have a good day and try to stop staring at my curls.