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. An Ohio girl who relocated to Arizona after college and met a Pennsylvania boy. Married him and had a kid. After nearly a decade in the desert, we moved Back East to be closer to family and changing seasons. I'm a freelance writer and a stay-at-home mom. I'm a good baker and a mediocre cook. I am too organized and too sarcastic for my own good.
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