My Cute Boy

Even though it was raining yesterday, I decided to take Colt to the Barbershop to get his hair cut. It wasn’t excessively long, but it was taking longer to blow dry after his bath/shower. And I love my son with short hair. I love his barbershop. It’s first-come-first-serve with the line of barbers (all Italian). I’ve had 3 different ones (even a lady), and none of them have disappointed me yet. I ask for a #1 and request that they leave the top a bit long in case I want to style a faux-hawk some days. And my son just loves that experience of going there. He just grins from ear to ear when he’s in that chair. Someone suggested to me that I should purchase a shaver and that I’d save so much money in the long run. (1) I’m sure some of you remember the time I attempted to shave his head. Right before his 2nd birthday. I didn’t shave it…I “bald patched” him. It was not a pretty sight. I am scarred by that episode. He was too young to know any better then and kept on smiling. But my son is vain now. (2) How can I rob him of his happiness of the special time of going to the Barbershop???? (3) Somehow I think that if I did it at home, he would not be able to sit still for me the way he does at the Barbershop.

Afterwards I decided to head to Fortuna Bakery to grab a dozen portuguese buns ($3.50). They’re my favourite. I bought bread at Cioffi’s Meat Market & Deli once, but wasn’t too impressed, and their prices were higher. I know Cioffi’s has a huge Italian clientele. It’s more of a grocery store. Very popular. But I just can’t get past how tight the store is inside. I’ve always wanted to peruse it as I see how many people go in & out. But when you’re dragging 2 kids, and the aisles fit only one person at a time…it’s just not a comfortable shopping experience. I know they expanded…they’ve opened another one a few stores down. But they don’t sell the same things. It’s mostly grocery-items there. I just like going for bread or deli meat. Anyway, the great thing about stores on this strip is that some of the workers have been there forever. I got some new young girl. Asked for the portuguese buns. And then I asked to 200-g of prosciutto.

Girl: “You want Canadian or Italian?”

Me: “What’s the difference?”

Girl: (Looks at me like I’m stupid) “The price.”

OK, you’ve been there before, I know. When she said that, I just got stunned for a moment and was like: “Huh?” (like, did she really just say that?) . And then my next reaction was: “What the f%#@?” (OK, I didn’t say that out loud…just in my head) I mean, no DUH…I can see on the board the price was dif-fer-ent. Then the older lady beside her intercepts (she probably saw the stunned look on my face) and says sweetly: “The Canadian is a bit more moist, whereas the Italian is a bit more salty.” Ding-ding-ding!!! THAT was the answer I wanted! I mean, it wouldn’t have been so bad if the young girl didn’t seen so snotty about things. She even looked unimpressed when that lady helped her with that answer. Unappreciative.