He wanted it to cover his ears, style du jour. My uncle would appear from the other room and gesture to cut the back short and all over really. Then Dean would start sobbing. I said, "yeah, yeah, okay." As in 'yeah, right'. My aunt would be sitting with us at the kitchen table consoling Dean telling him I would do it my way and not his dad's.

One time I did bring it up almost to the tips of his ears and he kept his knitted cap on in class. Teacher asked him why he left it on, if he was not feeling well. He told her his ears were showing from his haircut. Kiddos!

Dean used to call me his 'barbra'.

(+Memory Eternal, Dean+)