Saturday 4 February 2012

Hairy Moment



04.02.12.

We took Dexter for his first haircut today. We dragged him out in the freezing cold to the far end of Hove, to a salon that opened a couple of months ago, specialising in cutting little 'uns' hair. It's his birthday next week and I didn't want him turning up at his party bearing a striking resemblance to stadium rock legend, Jon Bon Jovi. Dexter was born with a mullet which has got increasingly out of control ever since.



On arrival, the boy was placed in a racing car seat in front of a tv screen which I think was showing 'Gnomeo and Juliet' - ah, the cultural highs. He was robed up in a garish gown which cleverly had no arm holes in it for small people to attempt any sort of escape from and to keep their fingers away from very sharp scissors. The guy cutting his hair asked us what style we wanted to go for - er, just your basic (soon to be) one-year old cut, thanks - and the snipping began.

 
A very sleepy Dexter was very well-behaved. He had his photo taken and received a bag containing his locks that had been swept from the floor (at least I assume they are his), and a certificate containing some questionable grammatical errors.


Dexter is no longer cursed with an annoying fringe that dangles in his eyes, or two 'hair handlebars' at the back.



The husband thinks he looks like Jim Carrey in 'Dumb and Dumber'.

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