What was your childhood experience
of haircuts? Do you still remember your first visit to the salon? Or has your
mother repeatedly teased you about how you tearfully endured the ordeal? I
witnessed one such scene when I went for my hair treatment last Saturday
The victim was one cute-looking
little boy of around 5. Flanked by his mom and dad, he was not facing this
battle alone. They came prepared. The moment he was seated, the mom took out
the tablet computer and ran a cartoon for him to enjoy. The father was not idle either. He unwrapped a
chocolate nugget and put it in the boy’s mouth mumbling at the same time about
a visit to the Disneyland the next day.
Then came the hairdresser, a
young man. While he was draping the boy, the parents were busily tugging the
cape to make sure it fitted properly. The 15-minute haircut was one melodrama
of 6 hands working on the boy’s head. After combing the boy’s hair, the hairdresser
parted it and began to move his blades from the back to the front, around the
perimeter and at angles. Meanwhile the parents were dancing round the poor
young man, sometimes straightening the drape, other times removing the hair
that happened to land on the boy’s face or coaxing him to fix his eyes on the
display. In fact, the boy was quite at ease with his eyes glued to the monitor
and his teeth working hard on the chocolate.
I checked with my son asking
about Hayley’s salon visits. He said they were uneventful!