Trip to the Barber

(Reading magazines while waiting for the appointment)








The girls got their first real haircuts by people who actually know what they're doing -- not mom and dad. We took them to Jon's hair cutter -- or as the girls have been saying -- his barber.

We went to a birthday party and they told their friends, "We went to the barber."

I think this is because men go to barbers -- no matter the style cut they get. Jon hasn't had a flattop since high school -- which is, well, before I met him. I have never know him as barber-material. So it all just makes me chuckle.

But I guess it's more accurate than what one of the girls was saying a week later when she was combing and playing with my hair: "Mumma, I'm your hair doctor!"










Tah-dah!