Haircut

The waiting and watching in line. The rising and falling of the magic chair. The massive mirrors. The mysterious gown. The ticklish clippers. The focused attention of the girl's fingers. The hypnotic snip, snip, snip. The shy answers to her questions. The snatched glance at Dad to check that he's doing everything just right. Then that soft swirl of the brush on the neck to clear the sacrificed hair.

A ritual he and I love. And one we take seriously.

And of course the large bucket of lollipops by the till.