Shiny and New

Turner and I stormed out of bed at 7:30 am intent on new haircuts. Way East there is this small shop filled with friendly little ladies with blue hair. The wonderful Susie has cut my hair once before, charged me $25.00, did a decent job, and seemed surprised when I tipped her. We arrive a 8:55 am - an amazing thing in itself - and Turner finishes his toast while we wait. Susie arrives and it is as though the great sea parted when Turner stepped into that room of ladies with plastic on their heads. They all cooed over him. Turner does an amazing job being still, quiet, attentive, and sitting up straight while Susie uses the clippers over his ear and across the nape of his neck. After his haircut is complete, I offer him a cookie (it is 9:10 but he really has earned it) while I get my hair trimmed.
As we leave I ask Turner, "Do you want to wear your hat or let your haircut shine?"
He ponders the options and says, "I'll let it be shiny."

I pick him up from school this afternoon. Katie, one of the teachers at the front desk when I arrive mentions TUrner's "shiny hair." I laugh. Then Mrs. Carolyn, his new three-year-old-classroom teacher, smiles at me as Turner runs to my side and says, "Everybody loves my shiny haircut." Apparently he had shown off all day his shiny new hair. He looks like a five year old.
"He's talked all day about shiny hair."
"Hmmm" I respond to them both.