difficult child is home. One condition is that he must resemble the majority of human race so on way home, husband took him to barber and he got rid of the half shaved, half shoulder length hair style. Trip pants and various demented Dr. Seuss shirts are stashed away in his duffel and are not allowed out while he's here. He's borrowing his brothers' clothing for the moment. So he's out at mall today applying for jobs. husband is running the boy ragged, applying, applying, applying. difficult child actually is working right now (on commission, but still). Anyway... so difficult child is walking into every store in the mall (plus all the local businesses here in the village they hit yesterday), and the managers are taking time to give him applications and talk with him. difficult child looked at husband in wonderment today and said "Gee, everyone is actually talking to me. Do you think it's the haircut?" husband assured him that his appearance had everything to do with people's initial response to him. I'm just impressed that difficult child figured that out - guess the umpteen million times we told him didn't take.