Beaumont: Seriously? Why do you do it?
Me: Do what?
Beau: Oh don’t you give me that innocent look. You know exactly what I’m talking about.
Me: Um…. you mean your beautiful haircut?
Beau: Ain’t nothin’ beautiful about it. It’s a crying shame.
Me: Don’t be so sensitive. You’ll be much cooler for the rest of summer.
Beau: Have you noticed the temperature today?
Me: It’s a wee bit chilly. But it will get warmer.
Beau: Right. And my coat will grow back. Harrumph. Sounds like human rationalization of bad behaviour on your part to me.
Me: But it’s true. Summer’s not over and your coat will grow back.
Beau: And in the meantime, what am I supposed to do? Hide under the covers?
Me: Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not supposed to be up on the bed anyway.
Beau: And you’re not supposed to put me into shorn coat purgatory.
Me: (sigh) It’s just a haircut Beau.
Beau: And it was my hair you cut. Did you even think to ask.
Me: Of course not. You probably would have said no.
Beau: And I rest my case. Now, out of my way. I’m going to go curl up on the bed and try to stay warm.
Beau: Don’t ‘Beau’ me. You created this shorn shame situation. You figure out how to redeem yourself while I go lay down where I belong. Let me know when you figure it out.
And so he did. Climb up on the bed, make a nice little nest for himself while I tried to figure out ways to redeem myself. Believe me, with Beaumont, t’s a long road back from The Shorn Shame Redemption.