Today dad took me to get my first haircut. I love the long hair and all, but people keep asking my mom how old "she" is and that is just not cool. I really needed this and I look great! I look really old. Mom and Dad say I need to start walking now. I tell them just to wait and I will get around to that soon enough.
Here are dad and I standing outside the barber shop. We went to a little shop in Lockport.
During my haircut the barber talked about how old the building was and we watched an old western movie. There were also lots of old guys getting their hair cut while I was there. They had to wait though because James (I call him Jim) was the only barber there and there was only one chair.
Dad and I look good. Hopefully this will stop all the old ladies at the store from asking how old "she" is. After we were all done Jim gave me a sucker and told me I was very good. He also gave me a "Certificate of First Haircut" It says: "This is to certify that Logan on this 22nd day of September 2007 received his first haircut at the __________, with full honors accorded by the officiating Master Barber signed hereunder, with his gradings for the performance here indicated:
- Cooperated with barber to best of ability
- Exercised patience and tolerance
- Displayed courtesy and gentlemanliness
- Tears -- none
- Statement upon completion: Excellent Little Man
James Watt (Officiating Master Barber)
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