"Aksel, please sit still. Papa is giving you a hair cut. You will look so nice when he finishes."
"I don't want a hair cut, Astrid. I want to go play with my friends. They are going to field to play soccer and I don't want them to leave without me."
"It won't take much longer son. I don't want you looking like a shaggy dog. People will say what kind of father am I, my son looks like a stray dog?"
"Aksel, I am so proud to have such a strong handsome brother like you. When I get married I want someone like you. My girl friends all talk about you. They wish they were a little younger but think they are too old now for when you grow up."
"I'm not interested in looking handsome or marrying anyone. I just want to go play soccer. Will this take much longer, Papa?"
"No, son just a few minutes more. But please sit still. I have a razor very close to your head and I don't want it to cut you. "
"Ok. I'm sitting. Are you done yet."
"Please be patient. It will be finished when it is finished. When we finish can you clean up, Astrid?"
"Yes, Of course Papa."
"Aksel, if you go out to play in the field. Please change your shoes. These are your Sunday's best. You don't want to get them all covered with dirt and scuffed. And put your play clothes on. Tomorrow is Sunday and you will be singing in the choir for the first time."
"Yes, Papa."