Ok, so mommy has known for quite some time that my hair was out of control. She wanted to get it cut but never had a chance to swing by a salon to get it taken care of. Problem is, mommy is torn. She wants to keep my long hair but kind of wants it short too. She hasn't been able to find a cute photo of a boy with longer hair. She swears magazines are all about girls. Anyway, I usually goto daddy's barber, Ms Vicki. Her shop is about 40 min away from our house and that's with no traffic. Daddy had to get his hair cut to we went after work. It took forever to get there but we did. Daddy got his hair cut 1st and I did mine afterward. Ms. Vicki didn't take to much off. She couldn't use the clippers cause I was just not having that so she got as much off as she could. Oh my gosh, I can see. My bangs are no longer in my eyes. Thanks Ms. Vicki.
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