I am in a Facebook group for moms of boys. Today, someone posted the question of our boy’s middle names. I commented “Ramon. It’s my dad‘s name.“ A few of my nephews have ‘Ramon’ in their name for my Dad. I remember when my Dad first found out Sean‘s full name. He told my Mom, “The legend continues. I will live forever!”
Well, I think my Dad WILL live forever in both Sean’s and my life, at least! Many of his idiosyncrasies are very much alive in our minds! Sean has been going out to his hair. It is no secret that I don’t really like it! He came out of the bathroom this morning after shaving and showering and told me that his hair is not THAT long.
He told me that he would pass Grandfather’s , “Three Finger Rule.” My brothers must have told Sean about that rule my Dad had for them when they were in school. All of them went to a Catholic school and they needed to have a proper haircut for it. My Dad used to grab the front of their hair and use three of his fingers to determine if their haircut was too long. If hair stuck out of the top of his three fingers, they would have to get another haircut at their own expense.
Sean came out of the bathroom and grabbed his hair with three of his fingers and his hair did not stick out of them. He told me it was OK. I then grabbed his hair with three of my fingers and hair stuck out over the top of them! I told him that his hair does NOT pass the three finger rule!
Sean just shook his head and let me know then that I have, “Baby Fingers.”
I guess that I may have, “Baby Fingers”…