Bubba, my eight-year-old son, was looking a little shaggy. "Mama, I want to go to the barber!" He said.
"Can't we just go to Great Clips? It would be faster," I said.
"No, Mama. We have to go to the barber."
I didn't feel like arguing, so I took him there. The barber is located in the quaint downtown area of Loveland, Ohio. It always feels like you're stepping back in time when you go. And walking into the barber shop is no different. The barber is a nice old man who wears one of those white barber smocks. Cans of brylcreem and aftershave line the shelves. You wouldn't believe it unless you saw it.
Anyway, the man cut my son's hair. When he was done, he asked my boy if he wanted a shave.
"I don't have whiskers yet," Bubba answered.
The barber looked closely. "You have peach fuzz. Those are going to turn into whiskers pretty soon."
Bubba took a closer look in the mirror. "Hmm," he said. "I'm going to keep an eye on that peach fuzz, and as soon as I see a whisker, I'll be back for a shave!"
In case I'm not here tomorrow, I'd like to wish everyone who celebrates Easter a very Happy Easter!
Hopefully it's still some years before he needs that shave.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful Easter, Sherry!
That's what I'm hoping, too! I hope you and your wife have a wonderful Easter, too!
DeleteThat's a cute comment from Bubba. Our boys like to grow beards when it gets cold. But Brendan only likes the whiskers that have a reddish tinge to them. The ordinary blonde ones don't get much fanfare.
ReplyDeleteIt's going to be so weird when Bubba gets whiskers and has to shave!
DeleteDon't grow up too fast, Bubba. Mama needs her boy.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Yes, Bubba. Listen to Janie!
DeleteThanks for another cheery story Sherry,
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to you also and may it be a peaceful one,
Yvonne.
I hope you have a beautiful Easter, too!
DeleteI tried to visit your blog, and briefly saw your poem tribute to Arlee. I couldn't comment, but I wanted to let you know how special that was. How nice and appropriate that your first post honored Arlee!
DeleteHope your blog issue gets fixed!
Aw, so cute! Have a wonderful Easter, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteYou too, Dana!
DeleteShaving is such a pain in the butt, hate it. Sadly we don't realize that at his age.
ReplyDeleteHe'll find out soon enough!
DeleteMade me smile! Happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's so cute! We have a barber shop like that where I live also, but we've never taken my boys to it. They laugh whenever we walk by it because it's named Denny's, and they think of our cat. :) Love the whiskers part of your story!
ReplyDeleteHa! Yeah, I guess whiskers would make them think of a cat, especially since your cat's name is Denny!
DeleteBoys always want to grow whiskers and men always complain about shaving them! Happy Easter
ReplyDeleteFunny, isn't it? Have a wonderful Easter!
DeleteHave a happy Easter, Sherry :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Arni. You too!
DeleteAorable comment from Bubba! What a cutie, make sure he is back when the fuzzs grows into whiskers!
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sure he'll be back!
DeleteLol! Did I miss the 'd' in adorable? Sorry!
ReplyDeleteI knew what you meant! ;)
DeleteHow cute. I hope it's quite some time before he has to worry about shaving any whiskers.
ReplyDeleteMe too!
DeleteWhat a great answer, Bubba.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter.
Hope you had a great Easter, Tracy!
DeleteInterresting blogs also garden , greeting from Belgium
ReplyDeleteHi, Louisette. Thanks for visiting. Hope you stopped by my other blog - it's all about gardens and gardening!
DeleteShave and a haircut.
ReplyDeleteWhat's that?
Two bits?
Aw, cute! That barber shop sounds like a neat place to go, even if it is less convenient than Great Clips!
ReplyDeleteIt is a neat place to go. We just had a bit of a wait since there's only one barber.
DeleteHappy Easter, Sherry! Cute story...
ReplyDeleteHope you had a great Easter, MJ!
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