Shave and a haircut...

Or maybe just a haircut. Nick was getting a big shaggy, so we went to our local barber shop where Milosh (the boy) cuts Nicks hair. The shop is run by an older woman who's missing the tip of one of her fingers. Nick prefers Milosh. We waited a while and guess who came up available? The lady. Nick was so good. She got the clippers out at one point and I asked Nick if it tickled, trying to alleviate any fear of the buzzing clippers. This sent him into a giggling fit. Not what you want when a lady has clippers by your ears. This got me laughing. She kept saying "Momma, don't say that!" but it was too late. No stopping Nick's laughter.

We might need to find a new barber. $7 for a kids cut rocks. But after sitting there for 45 minutes seeing all the guys come out of that shop with bangs cut straight across and combed forward, I realized that our guy deserves better.