As I sat, shooting the breeze with the person cutting my hair, a second man came in to the shop with a young little girl. Being too young to be separated from her father for his entire haircut, she found a place sitting on his lap, but facing him.He pulled his smock up to let her sit on the knee of his blue jeans and watch the action. Eventually a third barber finished with his client and, without any other clients to attend to, he came and began to engage the young child as her father and I were getting our haircuts by his colleagues.
"Hello there. What's your name?" He asked.
"Mara."
"That is a nice name. And how old are you?"
"I'm two."
"Did you know I have a daughter that is your age, and her name is Maya?"
Little kids are sometimes frightened by strangers and, although she seemed to enjoy the conversation for a little while, this last inquiry caused her to slowly collapse forward into the comfort of her father's chest -- the same chest that was catching the hair from her father's head.
Father gently pulled her away, only to reveal her face thickly covered with his former black hair sticking in a patchy little beard. She wasn't agitated or sad. Just smiling there, happy her dad was near and oblivious to the beard across her face.The barbers got as much off as they could, while everyone in the shop laughed. She seemed totally fine with the experience, only occasionally saying "ow" when the few remaining hairs made her face itch to much.
If haircuts were that funny every time, I'd be going to the barber every month.
3 Comments:
I don't know. I'm generally pretty opposed to beards on kids.
that is so funny. what barber do you go to?
It was at rays barber shop and ray was cutting. Jarom, I really think you ought to keep the girls in stage makeup beards for a day or two. See how it suits you.
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