Haircuts

The Haircut, Aaron Bohrod, 1936

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When my boys were little, I invested in some electric clippers and
became fairly good at giving them haircuts. I even mastered a great
bowl cut...remember those? Now, they're grown and it's been a while
since I've played the role of barber. My oldest son loves to go to a chic
place up the street, called Modern Male, where they give a wonderful
head massage along with the shampoo and sell tiny pots of special

hair goo, equaling the price of the entire haircut. He tells me that the

girl who cuts his hair always gives him an extra long massage and

writes her cell phone number on her card for him as he leaves. I can

see why. He is pretty cute. WT has his favorite hair place and one

particular girl always gives him a great haircut. I've never seen her,

but he tells me that she has quite a few body piercings and odd

colored hair. That's fine, as long as she's not giving him her cell

number. I've never been able to give WT a descent haircut because

he has a massive mane of wavy hair that grows straight up, like a

shrubbery. Every once in a while, he'll be extra busy or traveling and

miss his regular trim. That's when I have to gently remind him that

he closely resembles Marge Simpson and it's time to get out the

hedge clippers. I could create some lovely topiary art.

Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum.

P. G. Wodehouse