I had gone 54 years and 39 days before anyone had uttered to me what my barber said to me last month.I was sitting in the barber’s chair at JD & Jake’s in Martin City, getting my hair cut, enjoying the sports page, and my mind was in a care-free zone most parents rarely get to enjoy. And everything came to a screeching halt when he asked me the following question: “Do you want me to trim your eyebrows?”My brain skipped. My heart fluttered.