If it wasn't for the fact he knew the kid was adopted, Brian Hobart could have sworn Danny was Jack O'Neill's biological child. The colonel had been coming to Brian's shop for nearly fifteen years, and the barber had learned early on to get him into a seat and under a cape as quickly as possible. If the colonel's hands weren't covered, things got picked up, played with, and otherwise disturbed.
A retired Army man, Brian firmly believed in "a place for everything and everything in its place". His shop was kept clean and tidy, with all his tools neatly racked next to the chairs.
The first time the colonel showed up with his then-four year-old kid, Brian had made the mistake of cutting Danny's hair first. Bad idea, since that left the colonel free to play with the extra pairs of scissors. The second time, the colonel's hair was cut first, which meant Danny built a large pyramid out of hair gel tubs.
This time, Brian put both of them in chairs. While Danny's hair was being cut, the colonel spun his chair 'round and 'round, tapping a pair of combs against the counter like drumsticks. Then, when Danny's hair was "just like Daddy's", it was the colonel's turn.
And the start of the questions.
"Daddy, can I help cut your hair?" "Daddy, do you want your hair colored?" "Daddy, can we get Rascal's hair cut? Why not?"
Fortunately, Colonel O'Neill fielded each of these questions, doing his best to explain why he wanted a professional to do his hair, how he'd earned every one of his gray hairs, and how Rascal was a dog and therefore did not need a haircut.
Next time they came in, Brian was going to cover the counter and wear earplugs.