After our visit to the library we still had some time to kill before G's braces would be on (installed? erected?) so we hit the barber shop. Barbers seem to be universally delightful and this guy was no exception. He was so lovely with J, gave him a great haircut and was wearing some pretty snappy shoes.
J has 3 crowns so haircuts are always a bit tricky, I cut his hair pretty regularly but every 3rd or 4th time he gets to go to the barber to get it done properly again. He loves sitting in that chair, surrounded by older men and listening to the jovial banter that is always being thrown around. He even joins in now and loves the gentle ribbing that he gets about having so many sisters or (like yesterday) chucking a sickie. It's a little right of passage for my darling J.