Keeping up with the Rosses

I’ve trimmed Asher’s bangs (can I call it that?) a number of times now, doing my best to avoid the inevitable haircut. But it was time. At the recommendation of a friend who has experienced similar issues as we have with haircuts here in Okinawa, I took Asher to an off-base, tiny salon. The owner, who is also the stylist, takes just 1 client at a time, and she was ready for us! She had a fun booster seat in her chair, and The Grinch was all queued up on a flatscreen. Asher climbed right up (first time he hasn’t wailed to sit on my lap) and said, “I think I’m going to feel happy about this right now.” He sat still and we left 15 minutes later with a happy Asher, all trimmed up and looking dapper.