Through the shadows of a winter evening, Isaiah the eight-year-old crept down the hallway. He flashed past the kitchen door and ooched, ninja-like, around through the dining room. Sneakily sneaking, he eased up behind his father and– “HAAAA!” he cried, “Good night!”
His father didn’t flinch. “Trying to surprise me, boy?” Isaiah admitted that this was in fact his intention. “Well, do you know why I never shaved my head?” Isaiah admitted that he in fact did not. “Because I don’t want you to see the eyes in the back!”
Isaiah giggled: “You don’t have four eyes!”
“Oh yes, I do,” replied his father, taking off his glasses and gesturing: “One, two, three, four.” While Isaiah was still objecting, his father added, “And I have ears on both sides of my head, too!”
“You DO NOT!” shouted Isaiah, laughing out loud.
So I showed him.
