Every six or seven weeks, Aaron and I go down the street to the barbershop to get our hairs cut. Our barber is really cool, not only good at his craft but nice to the kids (he always puts cartoons on for them and teases Aaron about giving kisses to his mommy) and engaging with me (we talk sports, religion, and local politics).
Getting one's hair cut isn't the funnest of activities, but he makes it pretty enjoyable, and the fact that I do it with the kids makes it one more memory we're making. Best of all, we look good when we're done. Although I must admit some envy at how much sharper Aaron looks versus me. He's a looker.