Chilling at Chiggy's ?

So here I am, a grown man, working hard during the week so you'd figure Saturday is my time to chill. Ahh yes, a sleep in, coffee, newspaper…maybe a workout.

But here is the reality, being the dad of two girls…..

My butt has been firmly planted in a chair at Chiggy's Touch hair salon waiting area for the last 50 minutes. Meanwhile the ladies of my life are getting their hair pulled, combed, washed, cut….and with the help of this totally bizarre goopy mixture, "relaxed" or "texturized". The application of the toothpaste-like substance that is carefully combed through Maya and Zuri's hair takes forever! Maya is a particularly difficult case because she apparently has just the right combination of curly hair from me and straight hair from her mother to create a very difficult transition into the long, smooth locks she so desperately wants.  Go figure!

I'm sure reading People, Essence, Style at Home and US under one of those "head heaters" is an enjoyable way for some people to pass four hours of their day. But for me, not so much. I was the bone head who forgot to bring the appropriate reading material.  Instead, I check out how my teams are doing on my blackberry.

So as afternoon turns to evening, after hours of hearing the chatter about how "I need this much off”… what this shampoo and conditioner product will do for you…“leave this in after you shower " and how “this cut really brings out your eyes" the ladies are finally ready to put on their coats and head home.  I pull up to the cash register, stretching, yawning and trying to get some feeling back in my legs. I’ve been lost in thought, day-dreaming about how great it would be if the Leafs could somehow squeeze into the playoffs.  I am suddenly jolted back to reality when I am told what the price of beauty is, and the additonal products needed to keep the hair looking healthy.  As I'm reminded that, "we will see you back here in a couple of months!" I wonder if I could talk the girls into just shaving it like I do. It's so easy!

At least the staff finishes with some recognition for my accomplishments. "You deserve a medal for this dad. You are a real trouper for hanging in there!"  That’s four hours of quality bonding time with my girls…time my butt will never get back.  It’s killing me!

Thanks ladies for letting me share the pictures.