Hello, internets - it's snowing again. For some reason, Manhattan never manages to accumulate very much, maybe because it's an island; but it sure happens frequently.
I took E to get a haircut yesterday. It was at a place that changed locations, to be further away from me...but still closer than any other kid's haircut place. Many children's things, for lack of a better word, are on the Upper West Side, as if that is the only place where Manhattanites have kids. Because my neighborhood is mostly gay men, we are overlooked.
Anyway, E fell soundly asleep for his first appointment. We're talking REM sleep; the screams of kids getting their hair cut didn't even wake him up. So I brought him back in the afternoon. One of the women there asked, "What movies and TV does he like?" I don't even currently have TV service, but E loves Elmo from books, so I mentioned that, and they put an Elmo DVD on for him. Each hairdressing station had a little screen in front of it. (I know, only in New York.) E said with delight, "EL-MO!" but then they brought out the scissors, and comb, and spray bottle of water, and it was all downhill from there. He screamed through the whole thing, except when the staff sang nursery tunes and we held his hands. The trauma! Finally, it was done and he has a little short cap of curly hair.
I took E to get a haircut yesterday. It was at a place that changed locations, to be further away from me...but still closer than any other kid's haircut place. Many children's things, for lack of a better word, are on the Upper West Side, as if that is the only place where Manhattanites have kids. Because my neighborhood is mostly gay men, we are overlooked.
Anyway, E fell soundly asleep for his first appointment. We're talking REM sleep; the screams of kids getting their hair cut didn't even wake him up. So I brought him back in the afternoon. One of the women there asked, "What movies and TV does he like?" I don't even currently have TV service, but E loves Elmo from books, so I mentioned that, and they put an Elmo DVD on for him. Each hairdressing station had a little screen in front of it. (I know, only in New York.) E said with delight, "EL-MO!" but then they brought out the scissors, and comb, and spray bottle of water, and it was all downhill from there. He screamed through the whole thing, except when the staff sang nursery tunes and we held his hands. The trauma! Finally, it was done and he has a little short cap of curly hair.
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When E screams he SCREAMS. It's hilarious and scary at the same time.