Note the kid's hair helmet. Last time we went to get it cut, it was a bad scene. Plans of a second try were thwarted by snow. I may need to either 1) cut it my own damn self or 2) train it into those long Fauntleroy curls boy used to have back when they wore dresses. My Dad used to tell a story I never really understood about having those curls when he went to school and having to go outside and pee on the coal pile because everyone thought he was a girl and would'nt let him in the boy's bathroom. I guess it makes sense now that I'm 43 but, as a 7 year old getting that as a bedtime story from her Dad at 11:30pm when he got home from working second shift, it was confusing...
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