Don Freeman ~ The Viking Press, 1955
I am currently in decision-limbo about cutting my son's hair. In some parental fantasy, my son has long, curling locks, but in reality, when it gets too free flowing, it probably looks more like this kid. Moppy has this mop top of blazing red hair and has a mild anxiety attack when his mother sends him to get it cut. After all, the grass needs cutting, the trees need trimming, the dog needs grooming... but Moppy's hair? Nooooooo. It is not until someone mistakes him for an actual mop that he finally races in the barbershop to submiss to the scissors.
"Please, Mister Barberoli, don't let me look like a mop any more," pleaded Moppy. "I don't want to clean any body's kitchen floor!" In a jiffy Mister Barberoli was clipping and snipping away, and combing and cropping without once stopping, as if he hadn't a minute to lose. Finally he did stop. He help up a mirror and said, "Well, sonny, who's that, would you say?"
From the author and illustrator of the beloved Corduroy, even though you gotta love this kid's spunk, you have to admit he does look better in the end with all his hair cropped off. Probably a good read if your child struggles with the barber chair. Lord knows mine does. A trip to his hairdresser, Snow, usually ends in tears and many promised lolly pops. I'm gonna try whipping this book out on him next time. Sneaky momma!
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