Updated: Jan 12
Next weekend, Hope will be 3 years old. She has yet to receive her first haircut.
Maybe someday, her hair will be long enough to justify some action.
Ace, on the other hand, gets his regular haircut about once a month.
It is not his favorite thing to do.
He hates it.
But fire up the YouTube on the cellular device and you can get a few minutes of cooperation.
A few haircuts ago, he decided that if he absolutely had to get his haircut, then he wanted a "hammerhead shark" haircut.
For those of you unfamiliar, the "hammerhead shark" haircut is "shrimmed on the sides and you can spike it in the middle."
For those of you unfamiliar with the word "shrimmed," it is a word of Ace's own invention that is now a staple word in our family vocabulary. Its exact meaning is ambiguous. Just about anything can be shrimmed if you want it to be.
Anyway, Ace recently received his 3rd "hammerhead shark" haircut in as many months. You laymen might recognize it as a Mohawk. And, if I do say so myself, I think I'm getting pretty good at performing "hammerhead shark" haircuts.
The moral of the story is this:
Kids have terrific imaginations.
I even wrote a bit about our responsibility as parents to create an Imagination Sanctuary a while back (and edited all the typos after reading it again today...).
I also did my best to capture some of Ace's imagination in a children'ts book that is currently published and available in a plethora of places. But I'm sure most of you know that. This post, about publishing the book, has been read more than anything else I've posted.
I bring that up because I have 3 other children.
Mack isn't old enough to express his imagination much, yet, Mia is in a whole different genre that would be fun to attempt someday, and Hope is a fountain of imagination in her own right. I would love to be able to publish books using all of my children for inspiration.
We need your help.
We don't need you to go buy it...unless you haven't yet...in that case, what are you waiting for...just kidding...kinda...
My guess is that those of you who humor me and read what I put out into the world have already done that.
As it currently stands, "When I'm A Big Kid Like Daddy" has 6 customer reviews, which is better than zero, but not nearly enough for Amazon to decide that it is worth sharing with complete strangers.
My call to action is this:
If you've read the book, I am shamelessly begging you to head over to Amazon, or wherever you purchased it from, and please leave a review...not just a star rating, but an actual review...like write one sentence.
Even if it's "This book really stinks, and here's why..."
While you're at it, pay attention to the other things you buy online. If you think that something's great and it doesn't already have 9367 reviews, throw it some love. You might just be helping a struggling family put food on the table and gas in the car. You might be helping a struggling young entrepreneur buy his/her next package of Top Ramen.
Apparently reviews help the algorithm or something like that. That's what the smart guys say.
Leave a review.
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