Little Mop-Head meets the clippers
Aaron's hair was out of control. It wasn't that it was long, it was just, well, a lot. I'm no good at describing it; this is what he looked like. It didn't bother me, but according to Chris, something had to be done (shout-out to Miss Nelson).
Chris had a hair appointment on Saturday. As it happens, the woman who does her hair has two little boys of her own, so she has some experience taking shears to the heads of children while they're bobbing and weaving.
When Aaron got on the chair, the hairdresser floated and jabbed with the clippers. By the end she was standing over him as if he were Sonny Liston.
Then the hairdresser raised her arms and said, "I am the greatest." Ok, she didn't, but wouldn't it have been unbelievably awesome if she had?
Chris had a hair appointment on Saturday. As it happens, the woman who does her hair has two little boys of her own, so she has some experience taking shears to the heads of children while they're bobbing and weaving.
When Aaron got on the chair, the hairdresser floated and jabbed with the clippers. By the end she was standing over him as if he were Sonny Liston.
Then the hairdresser raised her arms and said, "I am the greatest." Ok, she didn't, but wouldn't it have been unbelievably awesome if she had?
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