The barber across the street is quite familiar with our family, especially with our 5 year old girl. No, she doesn’t get her hair cut there, but she visits Mr. M every. single. week. (He’s only here on Wednesdays.)
Yesterday when I took our 2 year old for his first cut (grandma usually cuts it) I was told all about how my girl, when there are no customers, sits in the chair, sprays her hair with the squirt bottle, styles it, has Mr. M braid it, and eats suckers. She sweeps the floor and talks the leg off of anyone who walks in the door. I’d be leery of what she’s learning at the barber shop, but really, I’m a little more concerned about what stories she’s telling!
Mr. Serious sat still, clearly nervous about the scissors whizzing overhead, the promise of a sucker more appealing than the prospect of bolting from the chair. But just barely.
Victory! And clean, crisp new do. I love that boy.
Visiting the local barber across the street, whether for a hair cut, a sucker, or a chatty spin in the chair? That’s a Finer Thing in my book. What Finer Things are you celebrating this week? Link up and let us know!