So Mommy decided that it was time to get me a haircut. I was rather enjoying my hair, but she insisted. We went to one of those 'kid-friendly' barber shops where they put Sesame Street on the TV, have lots of toys, and you get your haircut in a race car. All of these distractions so that I wouldn't focus on losing my beautiful blonde locks, but I'm way smarter than that!
At first, I fought the whole experience...
Then, I pleaded for help ...
Finally, I resigned to the experience with indignation ...
But, i could hold back my displeasure no more when the lady put the hair gel in!!!! ...
Once it was all said and done, I guess it was ok, but I'm not looking forward to going back!
