But he soon relaxed and vowed to take things in stride.
He needed a haircut. You may not think he did. But he did.
He only tried to lick the wheel twice, which we consider a victory.
He was doing so well that we decided to try the noisy clippers around his ears. That didn’t go so well.
But I think we can all agree that the end result was worth a moment of discomfort. Beauty is pain, after all.
By the by, do you remember when we were kids? And they didn’t have race car seats, cartoons and video games to distract us for the 8 minutes it takes to trim a few hairs? Whatever did our parents do?!
I'm Meg. I grew up in Ohio, came of age in Arizona and am now raising a family in Pennsylvania. I'm a freelance writer, an essayist and a stay-at-home mom to a spirited four-year-old boy. We're on a journey to adopt our second child through the foster care system. I'm told I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good but I don't see how either is possible.
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