One Saturday a couple of months ago, Gabby and I were bored. Big G was asleep, and the wife and Teen were out and about. After painting toe and fingernails (won’t say who did what), I hit upon the novel idea of attempting to curl her hair. She was all for it. So we got out mom’s curling iron and, for 15 minutes, I tried to bring some bounce. Can’t say I succeeded, but Gabby didn’t appear to mind.