I've been looking for someone to cut Jackson's hair lately without making him look like Jim Carrey from Dumb and Dumber.
One of my best girlfriends, Kari (who has impeccable style) recommended a local trendy budget salon that is quite hip.
You know the one, all of the stylists wear black, are super skinny, covered in tats and have crazy hair styles.
So I walk in with my screaming baby and hyper two-year-old. The minute I enter the building, I get the looks. All of whom which seem to be saying "seriously lady! You're bringing those rugrats into this establishment!" But I couldn't embarrass myself even more by turning around and walking out. So I sign Jack in for a trim.
Anyhow, Jackson ends up with a very trendy young stylist, lots of black eyeliner, a very tall mohawk and a very stern look on her face...all of which, he is completely unphased by.
And up he goes, into the chair, a superman figure in each hand and a big smile on his face (expecting as always to get a lollipop if he's a good boy).
As I'm keeping the baby preoccupied in the waiting area and watching from afar (to make sure Jackson is okay)...I become intrigued by their conversation. She is actually very sweet and starts asking him about his day. He responds with a few cute answers which catches the attention of the rest of the salon. This is when my alarm goes off! ...CRAP!...he better not say anything I wouldn't want him too...and then it comes...
"Do you go to school?" she asked. Jackson nonchalantly replied, "Yeah, I go to school where I go poop and pee on the potty."
I jumped up as fast as I could cursing myself for not having originally left. "I'm warning you!" I yelled, "My child has no monitor on what he says!"
The team of hip stylists all gave each other what seemed like an eternity of glances before turning to me with lots of laughter and smiles. "We would welcome the honesty and humor of a two-year-old any day over a stuffy adult who thinks they're too cool."
In the end, Jackson got a very cute, spiky hair-do. He made lots of friends and although I almost had a heart attack, he taught me a very important lesson...
A sweet two-year-old with lots of smiles and brutal honesty is bound to make a friend out of anyone, no matter how cool-for-school you might be!!
