There's this cool barbers in Muswell Hill, barbers is definitely the right word - it opened in 1906 and it's a walk-in place, no appointments and the cash goes in a box in the corner. Anyway, we couldn't get an appointment at the swanky kids' salon in Crouch End so we stopped by on the off chance we wouldn't have to book.
45 minutes later - Logan was surprisingly happy listening to the footy on the radio and watching the action - he was sat in the barber's chair, having his hair trimmed by the silver-haired Italian owner.
All went well until the comb snagged on a knot in his hair - I secretly suspect it was snot - but he didn't try to escape the chair or wriggle so much he got stabbed by the scissors, so I think we can call it a success. And he got a lolly for his trouble so he soon cheered up.
Even if he does look less like a surfer dude and more like someone who might nick your dinner money in the playground, at least he won't be mistaken for a girl any more!
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