Friday was not so cooperative. In face it was the SNOWPOCALYPSE!~ with something like 8 inches of snow on the ground.
One of the things we did while we were in town was get Jack a haircut. I don't remember his last haircut but his hair was getting curly and scraggly. So we scheduled an appointment to visit Bob, the family barber that cut my hair for almost twenty years. We loaded up and set out into the frozen wonderland of East Lansing.
Dad getting his exercise.
Are we ever gonna get going...?
Is this one of those flashlights that can break windows?
At the Campus Barbers. The haircut started out just fine.
It did not end well. Jack FREAKED out. His hair cut was cut short. His fade wasn't messed up but he did not take to the event as one would hope.
Mom. Fielding calls.dd
When I got my haircut I received word that Jack was asleep. Out cold. So his freakout was sleep inducing.
We left shortly thereafter.
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