A little off the top

One day, in the course of running regular errands, we decided to stop and get Trace a badly-needed haircut. He's such a big kid now that I usually barely get consulted when he sits down in the chair. I spoke to the hairstylist for a couple seconds, told her what we'd like to have done and returned to the close waiting area and began to wait. Trace climbed up in the chair, told the hairstylist his name, how he wanted his hair cut and began to talk and talk. He told her what movies he had recently seen, he talked about his cousins, his toys, his house and room, on and on. He would let her get in a word, but usually not much more than an "uh-huh" or something like that. She'd ask a question and he'd answer completely and fully, leaving no details out. Pretty soon, the whole place was laughing at how cute my son is. Patrons, employees, everyone was smiling and chuckling at the cute little boy spilling his whole life story in the barber chair. Afterward, the stylist said that she had had an 8 year old earlier in the day that wasn't as well behaved as Trace was. She thanked him and gave him a sucker. He told me; "I told you I'd get a sucker, Mom." Sigh. Good thing this little fella is so cute!