I needed a haircut - bad. It had been months but I HATE to have my haircut. Mom and I ventured over the Supercuts in the neighborhood. She had snacks and treats ready to go to coerce me into the seat. Nothing worked. She finally sat me on her lap and held both arms down while the lady tried to cut as quickly as possible. You are never going to get a good haircut that way. Oh well. Mom still thinks I am cute :)
1 comments:
Nice bruise kiddo.
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