Monday, March 20, 2006
Haircuts
Pierce and I went for haircuts over the weekend. He went first and did great (as always). He entertained the stylist with all kinds of interesting anecdotes. When he was done, and it was my turn, he chose to go back to the waiting area. An older woman with a permanent frown slid over so Pierce would have room to sit.
Pierce took this as an invitation to make this woman his new best friend. He read to her from a book he’d brought, described our entire family, pointed out my car, pointed out the car next to my car in the parking lot, talked about Anna, described his school…
When I went to pick him up the woman was still wearing her permanent frown but commented that he was an excellent reader.
-Eric (Dad)
Pierce took this as an invitation to make this woman his new best friend. He read to her from a book he’d brought, described our entire family, pointed out my car, pointed out the car next to my car in the parking lot, talked about Anna, described his school…
When I went to pick him up the woman was still wearing her permanent frown but commented that he was an excellent reader.
-Eric (Dad)
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