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It was the Thanksgiving holidays. As a family tradition, we would eat  at the formal dinner table.  But, we could not come to the dinner table looking shabby.  We had to look sharp.  Well, it was time for my boys to get a haircut. We did not have the opportunity to get it done in DC, but we had more time in New York.  I took them to a local barbershop down the street from their grandmother's house.  It was a small barbershop; it only had three chairs. The barbers sat the boys down in two different chairs and went to work. 
Jasira Monique's son getting a haircut.
They edged them perfectly, took off a layer of hair, put some 'smell good' spray to finish it off and brushed off the neck.  OMG, my boys looked good! 

I recently polled parents on Facebook asking if they took their children to the barber or if they cut hair themselves.  It was interesting to see that almost half took them to the barber. One father thought it to be an important place of public debate and discussion. "They really learn that everyone can have an opinion and not always agree one week and come back in a week or so and talk about something different and laugh.", he says.  On the other hand, a mother said she taught her son how to cut his own hair, in which he now cuts his brother's hair.  Gotta love the investment, like old money staying in the family.

I used to do the same.  I would cut my sons' hair every other week.  The kitchen would become 'the shop'.  They hated it!  They'd scream, "That hurts!" or "Not so hard!".  I didn't have all the skills and equipment to get all the lines straight. It was neat, though. It wasn't until my oldest got into 8th grade when he started to want to go the barber. Something about wanting to look his best for school (girls). I got it. I did the same.  My wallet also gets it. I need to adjust the budget now. I'm still training...NOS

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