In early December, Eric got a haircut. He did not want a haircut. He hates leaving the house, especially on a Saturday morning. I told him it would only take 15 minutes. That's how long it takes Kristin to cut it. (Kristin doesn't work Saturdays, and it is very difficult to get the kids in to see her during the school year, so we just went to the place in downtown Mandan.....)
Anyhoo, I got Eric to the haircut place at the scheduled time, and the young, young gal was ready for him. I sat down with a fashion magazine to learn about fashion. 15 minutes went by. 20 minutes went by. 30 minutes went by. Finally, 40 minutes later, Eric came out to the waiting area. He was giving me a look. It was not a pleasant look. I paid for the haircut. I did my best to contain my laughter, and to prepare myself for Eric's post 40 minute haircut rage that I was sure to follow. The second we stepped outside of the salon, Eric asked "How long did that take, Mom". I could no longer contain my laughter. At least Eric laughed with me.
Fast forward 3 months. His hair is quite, quite shaggy. Haircut again scheduled at the place in downtown Mandan. Eric wants to 'grow his hair out' a bit. I asked him what he was going to say to the gal when he went back for his haircut. Matter of factly, he states "I want a 15 minute haircut, just clean up the sides and leave the top long"......
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