Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Same Sandbox

The other day, as I was waiting for Son to finish his haircut*, a two women came in with a young boy of about six. They sat down and waited for a stylist to finish up. The boy was having none of it. He evidently was not a patient kid.

As soon as his mother's back was turned, he looked at me, jutted out his lower jaw, rolled his eyes up and growled under his breath.

I stared at him for a moment, completely deadpan, and then slowly crossed my eyes. The boy didn't quite know how to react.

I think I won.

*"I want my hair cut, but I'd like to let it grow out."

1 comment:

Bill said...

Two thumbs up.