Hong Kong Hairdews

Etty and I are back in Hong Kong with the family; finally. Last night I gave the boys haircuts (They've requested them from me their whole life. I give my little men thousand dollar haircuts. Of course it's on the house. I have distinct reasoning for cutting it myself. I give them the cut that I have. I give them the Beverly Hills treatment while they sit for me.. I learned from the best in Hollywood. When I get my hair done- it comes with drinks and gossip magazines. My salon has apple juice and a book about a family of penguins. This latest book we got is about two male penguins who fall in love at the Central Park Zoo and raise a baby penguin together. Racy little tale for kids I'd say!? It was a gift. Anyway for as long as they would sit for me; their dews came out great. I try and cut their hair like mine so people at least perceive that they are my children. In Hong Kong I am a curious minority with a hot blond Asian wife and beautiful half cast boys who look exactly like their mother. Their hair is the only thing that looks remotely like me. Not even the texture; just the cut.... well so what; we're all styling now- here in Hong Kong!