The Not-So -Dreaded Day
Today is the (not-so) dreaded day when Michael’s hair took a turn for the better, and his bed a turn for the worse (he wet the bed, and ON ME!!!!!! 😡 ).
He cut off his dreadlock.
Once a gorgeous ringlet, the golden curl of sunshine slowly transformed into a wretched, gnarled dread. The family was horrified by it.
Michael came running downstairs happily, holding something that looked like lint.
He had a new baldspot.
“I cut off my dweadwock (dreadlock)!”, he giggled, holding up the hideous thing.
I touched it.
“Feels like rope”, I said, a disgusted look on my face. “And I can’t believe we’re stuck in the same bed (we’re on vacation)!”
At last, thy dreadlock is gone.
The beast has vanished off of Michael’s head.