World’s Greatest Shave
February 26, 2010
Filed under:The Number Nine
It’s that time of year(s) again, where my niece does something that, quite simply, most wouldn’t do.
She’s 12 and has lovely, LOVELY long auburn locks, that cascade around her gorgeous brown eyes like she was born to be in front of a camera and leading you to buy something you otherwise wouldn’t.
She’s already got the boys attention for being smart, good at sport and stunningly attractive. Doc and I have already formulated plans for how we’re going to terrorise potential suitors, something that will get more difficult when she goes to High School where I’m not a volunteer and Doc isn’t the Doc.
I think perhaps, of all the 3 of Doc’s (bro-in-law) kids, she’s the one that most looks like my beautiful littlest daughter and maybe that’s why I favour her so much.
She’s not just top of her grade at school either, oh no, she’s the quickest chosen, the gimme, the no-brainer, when it came time to select Peer Mediators (children who are given special responsibility in sorting out disputes during playground recess) and for choosing Prefects (sort of school officers, for you Americafolk that hadn’t really heard of that kind of thing other than Harry Potter… like me).
Aside from wrecking the curve in her classroom, she’s part of the Gifted and Talented programs and, if they’d let her, would probably volunteer at the soup kitchen on her weekends (does Perth even have a soup kitchen?). She sometimes thinks too much about life and it makes her brow furrow, but usually she’s got an extremely toothy grin and a rib-squishing hug for her Uncle Judd (something she’s been calling me since the second I stepped off a plane and before her Aunt and I were even betrothed, though it was Unky Zuddzudd then).
To say that I’ve got a soft spot for this kid is an understatement. I’d be incredibly fond of her even if we weren’t related. But we are, so I get to be super duper loud and proud and entice people to give some money, just a bit even, for her cause.
See, several years ago my niece got it into her head that if cancer people didn’t have hair then she was okay with not having any either, espcially since so many were so jealous of her curls. She’d made a play for the sponsorship and the principal of her school even challenged her to a dollar amount, saying if she reached it then he’d shave his head too.
Well, she didn’t just make it, she crushed it. They made the front page of the local rag and she proved that she really does have a pretty good head on her shoulders, for not many chicks can pull off the bald look that well.
So get on there, get your Credit Card out, and put some coin down. You can be anonymous if you’re embarrassed about only being able to spare $5 or you can leave your name on there if you don’t care that people see that you plopped down $50 for some kid to shave her head. It’s quick, it’s easy, and there’s not many reasons that you shouldn’t do it.
Mad loves to all of you whether you give or not. I hope right now that Life is treating you like you slipped a foil-wrapped chocolate into it’s lunchbox this morning.