Jackson loves getting his hair cut. Loves it. How come, you might ask, does a 5½-year-old loves getting his hair cut? Well, dear reader, I'll tell you why my 5½-year-old loves getting his hair cut.The haircut place has one of those candy-vending machines with the giant claw, and he scavenges for quarters before we leave the house. Jackson is mesmerized by the thing, and it helps that it lets you play until you win something, even if a "win" means an old Jolly Rancher candy.
I have to take away any of those, as well as the other small, hard candies, but Jackson doesn't mind, because he usually wins a Tootsie Roll and a lollipop and some cheap hollow plastic penguin.
In Australia, some 2-year-old took the machine obsession and bit too far, and actually slithered up the machine and got himself stuck. I'm sure if Jackson learned about this, he'd find a way to do the same.
Once again, I am confounded by the use of English by our friends across the pond, as the story was captioned in the Daily Mail:
A blacksmith? Is that what they call locksmiths in England? Or were they going to send all the king's horses to break out the poor kid? Read more...
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