Friday, March 24, 2006:
Spencer, who is a better man than I, finishes that Titanic model. I’m forced to take him to the barber’s. “Leave it kind of long,” I tell him. “Do you want it short?” she asks him. “Yes,” he says. It’s his head, darn it all. They both look so cool this way! As we walk out he whispers to me. “Did you hear what she said?” I hadn’t. “She says I have beautiful eyes.” Off he goes to Alan’s, for a sleepover. I always feel just a tiny bit sad when these guys go out somewhere.