His Superstar dad usually cuts his hair, but I grew impatient and his hair was getting to that point where it gathers lint and makes my life unnecessarily difficult.
So off we went to the village barber. There was a drunk man outside of the barber shop, which made me feel like I was in a novel.
Maybe I am.
Kid A had the best flinchy faces the whole time. Like the barber was pulling his hair out instead of using a pair of scissors.
The excitement was almost too much. We were all in awe of the coolness of the barbershop.
And the coolness of the large face brush. I would like one, please, for home. Just for those moments when you want to run some soft bristles over your face, you know?
You may be surprised that we stuck with the original plan of getting Kid A a haircut, and didn't get a massage at the Body,Face Massage counter. What the photo doesn't show is that this is the door to a room that was approximately 1 inch x 2 inches.
I also declined a cold wax.
Though it was tempting.