Barber Shop Boy

I got up early this morning at took Jake to get his haircut for our trip out to California. I walked into the barber shop prepared to wait awhile because there were 6 men in the chairs of the lobby area drinking coffee. It turns out that this is the morning gathering hole for these men. So Jake got right in. He took off his coat, grabbed an empty coffee cup, said hi ya'll to the men sitting there, and headed straight for the chair like he owned the place. The guys got a kick out of it. Although this was Jake's 100th (or so) haircut, it was the first time he sat by himself in the chair. He didn't move at all and we were done in a jiffy! Jake got a sucker (for breakfast) and we were off. My little man has become part of some weird male ritual that women know nothing about.