Hair Today....

Every night right around 8:00, Gabriella says her good-nights to the group and she and I spend a few minutes in the rocking chair in the dark in her room. I wish her sweet dreams and tell her about the next day -- she answers me very seriously, even though I understand only a few words.

Across the hall, however -- the fun is just beginning. Joe is alone with the older girls. And they like to play "haircut".

They sit him down on the floor and drape his shoulders in scarves and towels. Then they use an assortment of make believe squirt bottles and hair dryers on his head. They pull up 1 inch long clumps of hair and insert barrettes with bows. They comment about how much gray he is getting. And then just as I come across the hall, they pronounce him as "gorgeous" -- and they put their hair styling tools away.

Forget your pick-up basketball games and dump truck races - what Daddy doesn't dream of having daughters who want to play "haircut"?

They do make you gorgeous, Dear -- in more ways than you know.