I just took the boys to get haircuts. When Grant is in the chair, I try to stand near him so he doesn’t get wiggy or uncooperative. He kept looking in the mirror asking about “the microphone.”
Behind ya! In the mirror. Look! A microphone!
We did not get it at all. He was getting really frustrated with both me and the lady cutting his hair. We finally realized he was talking about the little dustpan on a stick that they sweep the hair cuttings into.
Of course you’re right, Grant! We were blind not to see that!
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