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My daughters all tell me when I need a haircut.
Generally all around the same time. Much eye-rolling and exasperated ‘Daaaad’-ing. Very sensitive.
My sons never seem to notice.
Except last night my son-in-law offered to take me to the hair-dresser with him.
That seemed odd.
Turns out my daughter had asked him to take me along.

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