“aniq, nak go school tak?”
“aniq, nak cut hair tak?”
“ohh, go school, must cut hair first…”
i don’t know how many times he’s had a haircut. countless! looks like he’s gotten used to it by now, ready to climb the chair by himself and all, sitting still and not flinching while the shaver does its thang, only occasionally looking round to look at the hairdresser.
i think the last time, we went to the sri nada barber at century square, where the pakcik did a pretty good job. sometimes we go to the kiddy barber at parkway, with varied results.
this time, the cut looks a bit weird. his daddy thinks he looks like an ‘anak orang iban’ now.
so that’s his nickname for now. :p