We’ve always cut Jack’s hair at home. However, this morning I took him out for his first barbershop haircut. The Aquaphor incident left Jack’s hair looking patchy, gummed, and motheaten despite our best attempts with scissors and scrubbing. Our clippers pieces are broken and distributed among three cabinets, and it was $6.95 cut day at Great Clips.
I settled into a styling chair with Jack on my lap. We were the first customers of the day so all four stylists gathered around to chat and watch his 1.5 on the top/1 on the sides materialize as they waited for business.
“Awww. Look how good he’s being!” “Is he talking yet?” “How old is he?”
“Two and a half.”
The clippers continued buzzing round Jack’s head while he sat silent and wide-eyed (a rare state for him).
“He’s so cute! How many kids do you have?”
“Three, with number four on the way.”
“Oh, so he must be the youngest then.”
“Uh, well, no…he’s the eldest.”
*clippers freeze in midair* *blank wide-eyed stares from four pairs of eyes*
What can I say. We’ve yet to mail Christmas thank you notes and last summer’s vegetable garden still needs to be cleared, but we’ve been extremely efficient about accumulating children these last two years.