I talked politics with my last client and now an eight-year-old; grandson of my guest, a future paleontologist. Ryan pulled up the leopard print chair and sat while I consulted about her hair. He watched with great curiosity at my every move. After the shampoo, we settled into our little real estate around my station. Ryan had straight blonde hair, the kind of blonde that women pay top dollar for, the perfect honey color with lots of shine. He wore large round eyeglasses and relatively simple attire. Except for the hoodie his grandmother, my client, had just purchased for him. Little crocodiles patterned all over this hoodie, their eyes peering at me. His high IQ and evident language skills perked my ears as he began to speak. The cutting went well when a creative burst came through me, and I asked if I could interview her grandson. They both thought this would be grand.
As I cut a layered, oval shape on my client, her grandson watched while he spoke his thoughts on creativity.