He can stop by our house the next time he’s in town. I’ve been cutting hair in our kitchen for eons, and it doesn’t cost more than listening to me say, “sit still” or the occasional rap on the side of the head with the shears. I’m giving him a pass from any wise cracks because of Elizabeth (after all, she has to put up with him). That’s penance enough.
Ewwwwww, wouldn’t want him in my house EVER much less in my kitchen were I prepare the food to feed my family. No thanks.