Hey There, Delilah

Folks, we have a raging ear infection.  A bright red, oh yeah that kid needs antibiotics, mom ear infection.  Which means she's had it for a while, which is funny only because it wasn't bothering her before yesterday and it didn't bother her all that much today.  But still, there it is and while I was trying to figure out where the hell she caught an ear infection because if my kid is going to be sick, someone's taking the fall for it, while I was trying to find a way to blame the petri dish that certainly is Small-land at Ikea, I realized that I knew exactly why she had contracted her first ear infection now, three and a half years into having functioning ears.  

17 years of hardcore religious study, 17 years of reading the bible over and over and over again, front to back, cover to cover, were apparently totally fucking wasted on me.


There hath not come a razor upon mine head; for I have been a Nazarite unto God from my mother's womb: if I be shaven, then my strength will go from me, and I shall become weak, and be like any other man. Judges 16:17


And she made him sleep upon her knees; and she called for a man, and she caused him to shave off the seven locks of his head; and she began to afflict him, and his strength went from him.  Judges 16:19

She hasn't had a haircut in more than two years.  Two days after I chop off 2/3 of her hair, just about ALL of her curls, she gets sick.  Clearly, not even a cookie as big as her head could ward off the wrath of the Lord.


But is sure was delicious. And possibly worth it.