I was driving home after church and a wonderful fellowship time, when I noticed a hairstyling salon. I thought why don't we go here instead of me driving on the other side of LA to go to our usual place, well our sort of usual place. Why must places charge so much to cut kids' hair?
I turned into the strip mall and went inside. Yes, they cut boys' hair. I saw the woman's cosmotology license sitting against her mirror. She asked me what length cutter she should use.
She asked, "Half inch?"
I wasn't sure if that was the right one. So in her broken English, she told me she would show me on the side of his head. She shaved a tiny part above his ear and it was the right cutter.
I watched his hair fall to the ground, as the girls played. The hairstylist asked me about my kids as her own slightly older kids prepared to leave the salon with their dad. She was nice, friendly and made a super squirmy Jory laugh. And before I knew it she was done.
That quickly I thought. Then I saw bits of hair left. Yikes! I didn't think it was that difficult to shave all of Jory's head of. My rule of thumb is if Jory has to use a brush, his hair is too long and it's time for a haircut. She just botched my son's hair. She didn't seem to notice the mess that was his hair and I thought it best was to politely say, goodbye, grab my son, and make a run for it.
Lesson learn, I'm sticking with my regular woman and paying the gasp- - $8 - - to cut Jory's hair. Maybe I need to be cutting his hair myself. Save myself some money. I'd have to do a better job than the nice hairstylist from the OC.
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