All of that for $12

One of the many reasons my grandmother would have thought me a bad parent is because I let my son’s hair get really long and bushy before I take him for a hair cut. This past weekend he insisted it was time. He totally looked like a crazed hippy so I agreed. I had a free haircut coupon for a new place by our house – Sports Cuts. The boy doesn’t care – he’s used to Supercuts. After all he’s a boy.

The place looked cool – everyone is wearing uniforms like referees. There are a a bunch of televisions, all tuned to sports. He went in for his cut and I waited up front where I could watch both the basketball game and my boy. Quickly his hair disappeared and my little boy appeared. The floor looked like he’d been sheared like a sheep.

I thought this was odd, but the lady took him back to wash his hair after the cut. This is when it got really exciting.

While he was leaning back, relaxing, she placed a warm towel on his face and massaged his head during the shampooing.

THEN, when they got back to her chair, she massaged his neck and shoulders. Followed by spiking up his hair.

He came out in a remarkably good mood.

I asked him how he liked it.

“I want to get my hair cut every week!”

And who can blame him? That was awesome.