Huy Bui
Taking my kids to Cookie Cutters for their very first real haircut felt like escorting tiny royalty into their coronation ceremony — except instead of crowns, they were getting fresh fades. From the moment we walked in, the place felt less like a barbershop and more like a kid-powered wonderland. Each station had its own TV glowing like a lighthouse of distraction, guiding nervous little sailors safely through the choppy waters of “stranger with scissors.” The screens worked like magic — my kids were locked in, calm and quiet, as if the remote control had a “peaceful mode” button just for parents. And the chairs? Not chairs — chariots. One of my kids claimed a pink car like it was a parade float on Main Street, while the other climbed into the Batmobile as if Gotham personally requested a trim before patrol. Watching them sit there, steering imaginary wheels while capes of barber cloth fluttered around them, was pure cinematic parenting gold. The stylists handled them with the patience of saints and the precision of artists restoring a masterpiece. Snip by snip, their hair transformed from “adorable chaos” to “picture-day perfection.” When it was all done, their hair looked sharp, clean, and polished — like someone hit the reset button on their whole vibe. And just when I thought it couldn’t get better, they sealed the deal with lollipops — the universal trophy of childhood bravery. My kids walked out holding those treats like medals of honor, grinning from ear to ear. Five stars without hesitation. Cookie Cutters turned a milestone moment into a memory wrapped in joy, sprinkled with sugar, and tied up with a perfect little bow. We’ll definitely be back.
