Haircut #2

On Saturday morning we had a sudden urge to get your haircut. We had been contemplating for a while whether to let your hair continue to grow or give you a trim. Well it was decided you needed a trim so we went out to find you a barber. We drove around Downey for a little bit trying to find someone that was going to be able to put up with you at a reasonable price. Well we finally came upon a small barbershop down on Downey Ave that wasn't expensive and had someone waiting to cut your hair. It was a young female, but little did she know what she was in for. I had you sit on my lap and from the very beginning you knew something wasn't right. I'd like to say that you fought the good fight. And you did, but you forgot one thing and that is that I'm much more stronger than you. I had to restrain you because you really weren't happy. You started sweating and turning red while the barber tried snipping your hair with her scissors. At one point it also took your mom to hold your head while the barber ran the clippers through your hair. At first with the initial trim you still had your curly locks. So we decided that it needed to be cut more and decided on a number 7 clip for your sides and back. When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, there was hair all over all three of us. You kind of calmed down later while we sang to you and finally the horror show was over. The other barbers and customers were very good spirited about it considering you were screaming for your life. At last, the deed was done. You looked like a completely different little boy. You looked so handsome. We had to get you home and shower you up so you wouldn't be so itchy. When I went to pay the barber I had intended on giving her a three dollar tip. Me being the clumbsy oath that I am, ended up tipping her a total of eight dollars instead. Boy was my face red. After all is said and done I think we found you a new barber, but I'm not sure when your next haircut will be. Only time will tell.

dpgmarine