This week, I did something that I haven't done in years. I gave the boys a haircut. Normally, haircuts are their own responsibility. There are several little hole-in-the-wall barber shops within walking distance, so they go on their own and pay out of their own money. They were both overdue, so I suggested they take care of it on Monday. Kevin was anxious to go, and summoned Sean to go with him. Sean, however, doesn't like to do anything on the spur of the moment. He refused to go on such short notice. I asked if he would feel better prepared on the next day. That was fine with him, but Kevin didn't want to wait that long. I then suggested that Kevin go right then, and Sean could go on Tuesday. Sean didn't want to go by himself. At that point, I jokingly offered to cut their hair myself. This is (more or less) the conversation that followed:
Kevin: Yeah! Let's do that.
Sean: Ummm. . .I'll go to the barber shop with you now.
Kevin: But, Sean, think of the money we'll save!
Sean: Kevin, I didn't mean for you to go that far. I'll go with you to the barber shop.
Kevin: No, I really would rather Mommy cut our hair. She used to do it all the time.
Sean: Ummm. . .
Me: I'll cut Kevin's hair, and then you can look at it and decide if you want me to do yours too.
Sean: Okay.
After cutting Kevin's hair, Sean looked at it and decided it was acceptable, but there was still one more hurdle. He looked at Kevin and said, "Did it hurt?" Kevin reassured him that it was far less painful than the local barber, and the haircut problem was finally solved.
2 comments:
That is so funny! I can just imagine watching this discussion play out. "Did it hurt?" Hee - hee. It's like a medieval barbershop.
I truly believe that Sean has very sensitive nerves in his hair.
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