Not THAT kind of a business

Recently I learned that my hair salon cuts kid hair for only a few bucks more than our local Great Clips. This was a fantastic and pleasant surprise because I don't love what Great Clips does with the kids' hair. Sure, Abe gets about the same haircut anywhere, but Anna doesn't. I definitely notice a difference when she gets her haircut at the fancy kid hair place vs. Great Clips. But the GC is cheap so I just went with it.

Cut back to a few weeks ago when I learned that my salon is also pretty cheap. I took Anna (as a special treat) to get her hair trimmed and have a little mom/daughter time. Everything went very smoothly, she sat still and spoke politely to my stylist and I decided we'd just go there for all our cuts moving forward.

So when it came time for Abe to get his hair trimmed before vacation, I scheduled them both appointments and marched everyone down there. Easy peasy.

Little did I know that it would turn X-rated within moments.

A lovely woman escorts us back to the hair washing area and I tell Abe that he's going to get his hair washed first. Then I bend down and try to make sense of the pile of junk I've carted in (of course) and make sure everyone's water bottles are right side up and jackets are out of the way of traffic and we're not making a huge scene. Then I hear from behind me... "Oh... um, my goodness."

So I turn around wondering what the commotion is all about and there is Abe, standing there, staring at the hair washing lady with HIS PANTS AND UNDERWEAR PULLED DOWN TO HIS ANKLES. Completely cool as a cucumber, just standing there with nothing on him from the waist down.

Of course, I'm trying not to bust out laughing while I pull his pants up and move him up into the chair. Cuz what else do you do when your three-year-old has just flashed a salon employee? But pretend like it's really no big deal... riiiight. Your other customers don't do this? How odd.

I think looking back that he probably thought that when I said he was getting his hair washed this meant that he would be getting a bath in that little tub sink behind the the chair. At least that's my current theory. I don't know. It's one of the funnier kid stories I've had to tell lately. And I have this feeling that he was the talk of the salon for the rest of the day also.