Today I had my first barbershop hair cut. (Mama in--we still can't find the clippers, the box of screwdrivers or my metal file sorter box.) Dean is a nice guy, but I can't say that I liked the experience much. In fact, I fought the entire time. I kicked, I swung my head and I screamed.
Mama says the result looks cute, but she's hoping to find the clippers long before I need my next trim...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
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