George will be 17-months-old in a couple of weeks. His fiery ginger hair was been getting out of control in the most awesome of ways so Janet and Matt brought him down to Fogtown Saturday morning to get cleaned up.
We all figured he would last about 2 minutes before having a nuclear meltdown and that would be the end of the haircut. But the little dude was super chill and really into it.
Chris asked Janet, "What'll it be?" Matt and I started chanting "Rat tail, rat tail, rat tail." Poor Janet was almost traumatized by our suggestion, haha.
In the middle of March 2015 I dropped Melissa off for work and went down to get a haircut at Fogtown. One of the barbers cleaned me up, I paid, put my jacket on and checked me phone. There were a load of texts - one of which was a picture of George and Janet just after she gave birth. She went to the hospital earlier that morning, Melissa and I didn't even know she had gone into labour, G was out pretty quick.
Janet wanted G's first haircut to be at Fogtown because that's where I was when I learned of his birth. Pretty sweet.