When I was little, I didn't like haircuts much myself, but my mom took me to this very nice woman who really seemed to like kids, and as I sat getting my haircut, she would let me play with these little California Raisins toys she kept in one of her drawers. I was so interested in the California Raisins that I didn't mind getting my hair cut once I got busy playing with them. I didn't even mind going there, since I knew I'd get to play with the Raisins once we got there.
When my younger half-sisters were young, we'd take them to this place called "Cookie Cutters" that was like a kid-friendly haircut place...there was a small playground structure in there, and you could sit and watch TV or a movie while your hair was getting cut...and when they were done, they gave you a sucker and a balloon. One time we went to a Cookie Cutters only to find out they were closed for the night, and one of my sisters actually had a fit about it...she liked it that much.
I'm okay with haircuts now, I just have to take a shower as soon as I get home for having one, since the all the loose hairs that fall down my shirt and get all over everything my head touches drive me crazy! Come to think of it, I'm about due for a haircut myself, since my bangs have been driving me crazy, too...
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I wish Sterling Holloway narrated my life.
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" "Life isn't fair, Calvin." "I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in MY favor?" ~ from Calvin and Hobbes
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