Today was a big day for errands. Charlie, my little sidekick, came along with me.
We went to some stores, and then stopped in to get the little man a much-needed haircut. I normally have a woman named Barbara cut his hair. I try to stick with Barbara when I can because she's already used to and adores his percocious personality. For example, their first haircut together, he told her all about his wife in preschool AND all about his girlfriend in preschool. And how he's going to work at McDonalds when he grows up (she suggested he might want to work somewhere else to support a wife AND girlfriend). And then he went on to tell her how he was a "little bit nervous" about her cutting his hair. And to top off the whole cut, he pointed out that she has a different color skin than he does and they had a long discussion on their racial differences as I sat on the edge of my seat wondering where his little mind and mouth would take that...
But today, Barbara was on vacation. So, a young, blonde girl with streaks of pink in her hair got the job...
Charlie, not one for being quiet, began the conversation like this, "What job did you have before you had this one?"
She told him this was her first job.
"Well, what kind of job are you going to have next?"
She told him she'd probably still have this job.
"Well, I think you should go work at that five-dollar-footlong store."
"You think I should work at Subway?" she asked.
"Yeah, because then you could make sandwiches."
We went to some stores, and then stopped in to get the little man a much-needed haircut. I normally have a woman named Barbara cut his hair. I try to stick with Barbara when I can because she's already used to and adores his percocious personality. For example, their first haircut together, he told her all about his wife in preschool AND all about his girlfriend in preschool. And how he's going to work at McDonalds when he grows up (she suggested he might want to work somewhere else to support a wife AND girlfriend). And then he went on to tell her how he was a "little bit nervous" about her cutting his hair. And to top off the whole cut, he pointed out that she has a different color skin than he does and they had a long discussion on their racial differences as I sat on the edge of my seat wondering where his little mind and mouth would take that...
But today, Barbara was on vacation. So, a young, blonde girl with streaks of pink in her hair got the job...
Charlie, not one for being quiet, began the conversation like this, "What job did you have before you had this one?"
She told him this was her first job.
"Well, what kind of job are you going to have next?"
She told him she'd probably still have this job.
"Well, I think you should go work at that five-dollar-footlong store."
"You think I should work at Subway?" she asked.
"Yeah, because then you could make sandwiches."
*The photo attached is the picture of Charlie having two post-haircut suckers at a time. Because one sucker is for suckers.
I think it's pretty amazing that Charlie wanted to discuss race relations during his haircut. ;-) Thanks for blogging about his misadventures. I love keeping up with you and your family this way!
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