First Haircut

Second, really, as we did the first, but that was just a snip of frizz above his ear. This was the real deal.

The barber's chair, the smell, the combs in the jar of mystery liquid and the lady chewing gum like it had done something wrong to her. Q even had an audience. Two guys went in before us and the second let us go first. He was an uncle to six, he said, and felt it was his Karmic duty to give back to a parent because of what he'd wrought on his brothers and sisters. You see, he bought all their young children fireworks last July, and there still seemed to be some sore spots about letting the kids play with explosives.

Quin was excellent. I think it helped he had a crowd. He always does better when it's more than just mom and dad trying to get him to eat/sit/wear pants. If you don't mind I'll have a bunch of you over to watch me change his diaper.

But this is about Quin being good, so good in fact that a mere bystander gave him a bouncy ball. It's not covered in LSD, or at least I don't think, but that's what we'd always hear about toys from strangers. Although Quin has taken to sprinting up and down our newly carpeted hall shouting, "go, go, go, raaaawr, go, go..." so who knows.

Newly carpeted hall

Newly coifed child