Haircut

Not a half done job like mine, rather a full professional haircut at a hair salon.

SIL was in town, we had got back last evening and met B and A in the basement parking. They were taking Ah for his haircut and he looked miserable. They asked me if I  wanted to come along to give the boy a haircut and I said no – tired and sick I was. They offered to take boy along on the scooter. I was very optimistic.  Done finally!

So while A held the boy facing inwards close to his chest, B held his hands from behind, and the barber used the hair clipper to give a super neat hair cut. His hair was becoming unmanageable. Add lice to it and he was constantly scratching his scalp. A big thanks to them.

For dinner the boy ate Panipuri. The nights are so cold, I wonder how the boy sleeps after kicking off the blankets. I just cannot do without them.

The boy has started calling biscuit “bititha” and he knows in which cupboard the biscuit is. His favorite pastime nowadays is to crawl to the balcony and stand holding the balcony grill. He calls out to whoever walks past the balcony if they don’t look at him. At times he climbs the balcony grill.