My Sons Barber T0ld Me To Check Behind His Ear Until P0lice Arrived At My House

A boy in his class who had eaten a crayon on a dare.

Marcus joked with him and asked all the usual questions.

I sat nearby answering emails on my phone.

Every few minutes, I glanced up.

Then Marcus began trimming behind Ethan’s left ear.

The clippers stopped.

At almost the same moment, Ethan stopped talking.

That was what caught my attention.

Marcus moved Ethan’s hair aside with his fingers.

Then he stared.