Haircuts are always such a big ‘to do’ for me. It’s a whole hour of dote on Kelly time, and I love it. If it were up to me I’d get my hair cut once a month just so I could sit in that chair and chat up my stylist. I love my stylist, he’s the very best-est in the whole wide world. With his soft curly hair and his thick accent that flows out like butter. I could sit there with my eyes closed and just listen to him for the entire hour.
He goes on and on about how much he loves my natural hair color, and how I should never color it, and how he loves the little body wave I have and that the cowlick on the back of my head makes all the hair wave the same direction. I’ll forgive him for the ‘gray hair’ comment he made last time since he and I are the only ones who know how many I really have.
Master Quinton got his hairs cut by his awesome Aunty while we were in Utah this past weekend. His busy little body just couldn’t hold still though, as usual. So I handed him a phone and had a little conversation with him. He told me all about his day and how much he likes getting his hair cut because he gets to sit around with his shirt off, and the ladies just love it when a boy walks around with his shirt off. And I was all like ‘your a quick learner little dude’ and he was like ‘I know’.