Chuckie's First Haircut
"Come on little guy," Chas said with a smile, carrying Chuckie into the barber shop, Didi following a few steps behind with Tommy. Chuckie burrowed his face in his father's shoulder, frightened by the strange place they were going into, but Chas just kept murmuring to him and rubbing his back and that helped keep Chuckie from truly freaking out. "Thanks for you're help with this, Didi… I think it's a great idea."
"Any time, Chas," Didi said as they entered the barber shop. "Hello Mr. O'Malley."
"Hello there Mrs. Pickles. And Mr. Finster, good to see you." The barber walked over and smiled first at Tommy, who grinned and waved. "I don't think you'll be needing to see me any time soon." He then looked at Chuckie who glanced at him, trying to turn away but his daddy shifted him so he could see the barber better. "And you must be Chuckie. It is very nice of you to accompany your dad while he gets all fixed up."
Chuckie frowned at that. Fixed up? What did that mean?
"Now then, come with me, Mr. Finster," O'Malley said, Didi taking Chuckie and sitting down with him and Tommy on her lap. The babies wiggled, expecting to be put down, but Didi kept a firm grip on them, much to their surprise. "It is very good you came to see me! This hair is much too long. Long hair can be a big problem… it gets in your eyes so you can't see things and it gets messy quicker… oh yes, very bad to have long hair."
"I know," Chas said with a smile, very glad he'd called ahead and gotten Mr. O'Malley to agree to help show Chuckie haircuts weren't that bad.
"Now then, let us get you looking perfect, shall we?"
Chuckie watched as his father got his hair cut, rather surprise that his daddy never cried or screamed. He showed no signs of pain or distress. And as the man with the scissors took off more hair his daddy began to smile all the bigger.
Reaching up Chuckie tugged on his own long and wild hair. It got in his eyes a lot and took a long time to wash…
"All done!" Mr. O'Malley said.
Chas walked over to Chuckie and picked him up. "What do you think?" He let his son run his fingers along his hair, Chuckie smiling as he saw that nothing had really changed. "You know Chuckie, if we got your hair cut you and I could look the same."
Chuckie blinked at that. He loved his daddy… he was the greatest daddy in the whole world. And… and if they looked like each other…
Before Chuckie knew it he was in the barber's chair, his daddy holding his hand as the barber cut his hair down. And when he was done Chuckie giggled and laughed at how light his head felt!
And he never had a problem with haircuts again.