a baby? will he look like, gulp, a little boy? i want a life remote. i want to press pause. he’s growing up too fast. wah!
okay, i will ring up and make an appointment with that nice hairdresser my friend recommended. she better not snip his ear though. hey, hey, calm that inner lioness down. she’s a professional. that won’t happen, but imagine if it did? oh, my baby!
he looks so sweet seated in the little red racing car chair with his hair cutting cape on. he even seems to be enjoying the ‘rain’ that’s being sprayed on him. oh, but here goes. she has the scissors. now don’t cry, 