It has been very cold in our area for the past several days, sub zero cold, but we bundled up and braved the elements. We took Charlie to a place called Kiddie Kastle. They specialize in child hair care. They have seats that are cars and horses. They have movies and toys to occupy the children. Most importantly, they have lollipops to pacify your child while he or she is in the barbers chair.
We walked into the building and noticed that the temperature was not much warmer than it was outside. Everyone in the building was wearing their coats including the lady cutting hair. She was very apologetic about it being so cold. They were having issues with the HVAC unit. Charlie did not seem to mind as he was enamored by new toys.
There were several people in line ahead of us so we sat and waited patiently. Charlie played and ran around with no complaints, but his cheeks were blushing and his hands were cold. It was just our luck.
Charlie heard the hair clippers turn on and immediately ran over to see what was going. We asked if he could watch the boy get his haircut so that he would know what to expect. The mother and stylist agreed to let Charlie observe and the haircut began. The little boy felt the clippers touch his neck and started screaming, shaking and cowering away from the stylist. The mother of the little boy felt so bad as Charlie's eyes were as wide as the moon. Watching that little boy was probably not the best idea.
Charlie was very concerned about the little boy and did not know what to do. He just ran to me to pick him up. I held Charlie and we continued to watch the horrific scene of a child getting his hair cut. Charlie was excited about getting his hair cut until he saw this. How in the world was I going to convince him to sit in Sweeney Todd's chair now?
I felt bad watching the mother of the boy trying to console him. She told him to count to 10 and when he reached 10 he would be finished. I have never heard a 2 year old count to 10 so fast. As clear as day and as fast as an auctioneer that little boy rambled off every number. Unfortunately, he was not done. I said "You might have to learn a few more numbers before you use that trick again."
She laughed and told the boy to say his ABCs, asked him old he was, what his favorite book was and many other questions to distract him. He was not having it. A few short seconds later the boy was finished.
It was now Charlie's turn. I sat him in the chair and the stylist tried to put the cape on him. He wanted nothing to do with it. He just watched a terrifying scene. I gave Charlie a lollipop and he stoop up in the car and clung to my arm. We told the lady to go ahead and start. She cut off the first few curls and put them in a bag for us. Charlie kept one hand on his lollipop stick and one arm around me. He did not move a muscle. He was statuesque through the entire haircut. She only used scissors so Charlie was not as scared.
The stylist started combing Charlie's hair and he began to relax a little. It was weird to watch the transformation from a baby with curls to a boy with a proper hair style. Snip by snip the soft baby hair began to fall to the floor. I was surprised at how well he did with the whole process. Thank God he did not freak out. I am very pleased with Charlie's new look and I am sure that he is too. No more hair touching his ears and neck.
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