Haircuts and lollipops
Mark the barber is adamant. Only the good kids get lollipops.
"The good ones," he says as he snips "are the ones who sit still and let me cut."
He's quite happy to give them a lollipop after their haircut.
"But I'm not giving lollipops to all of them, not to the naughty ones who sit here and scream, or climb off the chair and try to run out the shop; that wouldn't be fair on the good ones, would it?"
He's got a point. Barney, who was very good for his haircut and has been sucking happily on his lollipop while my hair is cut, climbs down from his chair. Not to misbehave, but to dance joyfully to the song playing on the radio. Even the grumpy old fella waiting his turn in the chair is forced to smile.
Barney dances like a wild thing, kicking up clouds of hair from the floor as he whirls around.
Mark completes my short back and sides.
"How's that sir?" he asks.
