One of the perils of moving is having to find new service providers such as dentists, doctors and barbers. I needed to get the boys a haircut before Andrew goes to camp, so we headed to the barber shop that Paul used to go to when we lived here before. I knew that Paul's former barber wouldn't be there, but I thought it would be okay. Matthew's haircut turned out fine, but...
...poor Andrew got the luck of the draw and came up short.
The barber that cut Andrew's hair is getting up there in years and I am thinking that maybe it is time for him to put down the scissors. Andrew was not amused, but I was able to even it up a little bit. One good thing is, as my dad says, the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut is two weeks.
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