Today I went to see Miss Kelly and get my haircut. This is probably somewhere around the 5th or 6th haircut I've had. But today marks the first time I've gotten my hair cut and I DID NOT CRY. I was very excited about not crying, and I'm telling everyone how I didn't cry. Not during the trimmer. Not during the combing. Not during the Spiker. The best part is the end when I get a sucker and a sticker.
Feeling much better today. Normal, regular, little boy style poop.
Daddy just took me to get my hair cut. High and tight. That's the way I like it.
Really and truly,
HAJ
With all the talk about walking, I haven't had time to tell you I got my hair cut on Thursday! The faux hawk is back people. It was just getting too long where it wouldn't stay up anymore.
I guess you could say I did OK at the beauty salon. I didn't mind it at first, as you see above. Then as soon as he put that cape thing on me, I was not cool with that. I stuck my lip out and started crying like it was the saddest thing that ever happened. After being distracted and settling down it was too bad. Although I had to show the barber guy how to use a comb!
Here's another angle of the finished product. The best part of the trip was I got a sucker, and a bottle of my OWN gel for my hair so I don't have to sneak Dad's all the time.
