Today I acquired the means to extract the photos in my cell phone, which have been percolating in its memory for almost two months. Some time last month, we took Irfan for a haircut at the barber’s. It was the third time for him at the place, if I remember right. He never goes first. I have to have my hair cut before him.
But when he sits in the chair, he’s one docile kid, peering intently at his own reflection in the mirror as his locks come off.
Before the snippety-snip
Through the looking glass
With the machine
With the scissors
The final cut
peeweeeet! nice haircut, irfan!! 😀
🙂 the indian barber aye?
ah just look at that cute big big eyes and sweet face expression… geram, want to cubit!!