had long not visited a hairdresser.
And not because I have a special reason for not visiting them, but because I have a bad habit of not having hair. At least not enough to require such services in a professional, and I need a couple of passes with the electric machine at the hands of my wife, who with his particular ability to develop such a role, I provide a free service completely satisfactory (I mean the haircut, all you have to clarify ...).
But my son's hair is another story. Of course, after six years still has enough hair to need a haircut appropriate to their age, and does not lead to the erroneous conclusion that his parents hate him. That was the reason that, on the day of the Father, proved to be a good father, or at least I tried, and I took him to a professional hairdresser.
Although the salon in question was not what is known today as a hairdresser, but it was more like a barber shop of old, that smell of aftershave Floyd, and run by a hairdresser / barber in old age, with its pristine white jacket and glasses before the war, which will cut their hair until they stop breathing, and retirement who is just one more word out to decorate our dictionary. Because it is a vocational barber cutting hair surely lead since making the communion. Probably because the same day some other pseudo Barber made a mockery to cut his hair and said to himself: "Never again ...."
And yesterday I remembered a lesson that I had forgotten all the above in the first paragraph: Madruga if you do not want to spend mid-morning at the salon for a haircut. And I thought that all that women went to the salon ... what unwary. Up to six men waited patiently when I got to the salon for my son's hand. I thought of giving back, but anyone explain it to small and looked with the most modern styling.
Because children today are not like before ... With six years I had to cut my hair and made me what I wanted. Not now. Now they are the ones who say how you want to cut. Contradict just about losing time, and until want to be a ridge is better oblige. Overall, the hair is yours.
What not to do is lose sight of even a second. Enough to call me the phone and had to leave the salon (if it is not everyone in the room found out I had to speak), so that when re-entering my son found out, grinning from ear to ear and eyes wide, looking through a copy of the magazine Interviu, right on the page that showed a woman anything ugly all that normally is not usually show the whole world. Yes, on the table that also had comic books and comic books, but ... I said that children today are very smart.
Finally our turn came. Carefully watched every move the expert barber in the head of my son, who was watching me through the mirror with the face of circumstances while obeying the instructions it gave in order to not load any of the two ears. And I wondered how many haircuts would have taken place, with complaints or not, successful or without it ... surely even he will know and just simply complies with the routine and it is that all heads are alike ...
How could it be otherwise, the wait deserved grief and the haircut was a resounding success. Next time ... earnestly.
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