Dads are like, really grown up aren’t they.
They’re like us, but double the age.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be a Dad.
I’d feed my little ones beans.
Cheap as chips is feeding little ones just beans.
I won’t like going bald like Dads do though.
Why do bald Dads get bald?
Not that I mind Dads with no hair.
They’re proper boss either way.
Dads and beans, hair or not. Sorted.

The subject says:

Number five on top and two on the sides. Don’t worry about a rinse.

The Barber, Barry, replies:

So, going anywhere nice this Easter?

The subject:

No, probably not. I’ve just got back from Chad where I tamed a wild Elephant and fed it Jaffa Cakes.

Barber:

That should be nice. So, what do you do for a living?

Subject:

I work with the skull. Around twenty to thirty a day. Usually more if a bank holiday or Christmas is coming up.

Barber:

My old man’s mate used to be some kinda doctor too. Messy business, but then I’m screamish. What’s the worst you’ve seen?

Subject:

One guy’s nut had lice in it. Hadn’t been washed in years. Hairy knots and tangles all the way through.

Barber:

Well, blow me down. Who’d have thought a brain would grow hair?

Subject:

Yeah, people and their brains… who’d have thought it?

Barber:

So then, tell me how I should wash mine.