“Mom, please ask Dad not to tag me with him”, pleaded the Giant Little Kid moving his fingers nervously through his mop.
“I don’t wish to have a hair rising moments by doing that. You better deal with it”, responded Mrs Chitterchatter.
Stomping his feet, he stormed out of the house. The man of the house followed him. He announced, “Will be back in time for lunch”. Mr Balanced had summoned Giant Little Kid to join him for the hair cut that Sunday morning.
Off late the mane of the minor was increasing at the rate double than the rate which which it was disappearing for the man! To add to it, Mr Balanced had penchant for maintaining short hair.
So, here they were at the Salon. As the destiny could have it, they both landed on the chair next to each other.
“Not here again”, murmured the boy.
“You just can’t escape me”, said the man with a laugh.
“How would you like your hair cut, my boy?”, checked the hair stylist with the boy, wrapping the black cloth around his neck.
“Make it a zero cut for him”, replied the man, holding his face straight and instructing the hair dresser attending the boy, through the mirror.
The hair dresser smiled. Turning around he checked with the man, “Father and son?”
The man nodded affirmatively.
“Thought so”, replied the hair dresser.
“It’s my head and has to be my choice”, protested the boy.
“Not till you are a school going minor”, pointed the man.
The boy hung his head in dissatisfaction after checking his mop, one last time fondly. Emptying his lung out, he readied himself for sacrificing his precious locks.
‘Face your bald self, when you head up next time’, he consoled his grieving soul.
The bubbles of unrest in his mind, however, escaped the pursed lips soon. “If I ever become the ruler of the land, I will ban father and son at hair cutting saloon, at the same time”.
Snip snap went the scissors.
The man by now was enjoying a head massage. A doubt popped in his mind.
“When do you have to write next paper?”
“It was today”, snapped the boy, “I wanted to know how it feels to flunk in the exams, so I am here” Checking about the exams felt like adding insult to injury for the boy.
The entire saloon busted into a hearty laughter.
“My bad”, sighed the boy.
“Got up from the wrong side of the bed, huh?”, prodded man inciting mutiny.
“Bed itself was on the wrong side”. But this time, it was the boy who couldn’t control his laughter for he had started enjoying the light banter.
“No zero cut in my land and soon it shall be made the law of land”, declared the boy, while getting up from the seat and moaning the loss of his tousled thatch.
“I will be left with no hair by that time”, joined the man, checking his hair cut from side to side.
Mane made the minor and the man bond…though little heterogeneously this time!
Pictures courtesy PixabayThis post is part of #BlochatterA2Z and #A2ZChallenge