Eric sat in a barber's chair for the first time when he turned one. He screamed bloody murder. Our youngest, Evan, didn't make it there until 17 months (besides a bangs trim here and there). He was very patient and didn't mind it one bit.
Sue had a hard time letting go of Evan's beautiful curly mullet. I on the other hand could no longer deal with strangers referring to Evan as "her" or "she." Something had to be done for the sake of manhood. Here you go:
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I gotta tell ya. The spinny barbershop pole still fascinates me too, Evan.
Good job, Evan! And that's a sweet haircut.
Peace - Rene
There has to be something behind that spinny barbershop pole. I wonder who said - "we're gonna slap this on the front of your shop... and they will come and be shaved."
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