Epic Scenes from a Barbershop

1998:

Yesterday afternoon I poked my head into the family room where three of my sons, Jack, Charlie, and Henry, were sprawled watching Scooby Doo, and announced we were going for haircuts. “No!” they shouted in unison. “No haircuts!” I told them we’d stop at the school book fair first, and jollied them out the door […]

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