Even though Devon cut his own hair several times by himself this winter while locked in the bathroom, he still managed to grow quite a shaggy mane.
“Did you make me an appointment to the hair cut place?” he asked every day. This weekend we finally did.
We went back to Cookie Cutters in Waterloo, which is Devon’s favourite hair place (despite the savage Yelp reviews): they have airplanes, motorcycles, and a huge indoor slide.
“How do you want your hair cut?” we asked flipping through a book.
“Spikes!” he said. And ten minutes later he was extremely pleased with the outcome (and himself):
We celebrated the spikes with a large mango drink and he roared at us for the rest of the evening: