is no more.
Mommy didn't want to do it. Neither did Daddy. But the hair was in my eyes. The hair was in my ears. The hair was tickling my tushie (not really...it was just a few inches below my neck).Mom and Dad took me to Frankie's Playce at Atlas Park. It's a toy store with a special kids haircutting place in the back. I got to sit in an airplane and this nice lady cut my hair. I was really really good. Mom teared up a little bit but I pretended I didn't notice. And anyway, it's still pretty long, only now I can see and hear better!
Am I a handsome man or what?!?
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