Jen and I don’t have kids of our own. But we have the next best thing – our neighbor’s kids. Eliana is 2 and Ezekial is 3. We see them all the time. We yell to them off the balcony (or they yell to us “Tio! Tia!”). Paola and Fidel (the parents) are dear friends of ours. Fidel was working in the ER when I went in last year for my chest x-ray and diagnosis (but I don’t hold it against him).
The Double E’s are adorable and fun and sweet and silly and loving and everything you could want in your kids.
Ezekial is my biggest fan. He comes over to play Wii bowling and always wants to show me his new Spider Man shirt.
The other day, I showed him my new haircut. He touched my bald head and told me he liked it. I was a little afraid of scaring him with my shiny cabeza, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Sunday morning Paola called and told us that Ezekial wanted to show us something off the balcony. “Tio! Tio! Look look!” we heard from outside.
Looking down from above, we could see little Ezekial, patting his newly shaven head. “Look Tio! I got a haircut just like you!!”
Silly little guy. I’m completely flattered. Not only by the love of my little 3 year old buddy, but also by his parents who let him buzz his hair down to look like me.
I’m totally touched and honored.
I’ll do you proud, little buddy.
And then my friend Billy made this – the next logical step:
And the support continues…thanks Brett. Now go buy a hat, your head will be cold in London…
A surprise visit from a freshly shaven Cee Dub today. Colin – may your white pencil always stay sharp, my friend.
(That sounded dirty)