Monday, August 10, 2009

Haircuts and second children

The first haircut is one of those water shed moments. Gavin will never again have a first haircut.

Now, let me explain why we don't have a picture of it.

Autn Tracey took Autumn for a girls a girl's weekend. When I went to pick up Autumn halfway, the first thing she said to me after she woke up was "Dad, when I can visit Aunt Tracey again?".

So she had a good time. She came back with painted toes that she shows to everyone (random strangers beware, if you come near us, she's showing off her toes.).

But this isn't about that.

It's about Gavin. On Saturday morning, we were walking with only one kid. One kid is a breeze. We can go back to the zone defense, and not having incorporate the man on man defense.

So there we were, heading to the market. When we walked past Vito, the barber. Vito is not like you imagine a Vito to be. He's Italian, and outside of the Danforth in Toronto, where the barbers are greek and argue with each other in greek while cutting hair, most barbers are Italian. It seems.

Vito is no different. And he's excellent. He's only $12, and he knows what he's doing. So much so that there's often a line up of 6 guys waiting to get a cut. A visit to Vito is a time investment. So, you can imagine our surprise when there was no wait. One guy getting a cut, and then us. And this is the Do Gavin was sporting:

As you can see, he needed a cut.

No line up. His first barber experience from Vito, something that's authentic.

So we went for it. Without a camera. And Vito came through. Here's one more shot.

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