Daddy cut my hair today. In the past I cried, struggled, and basically did not like getting my haircut. But Daddy explained what he was going to do and said that I had a special dessert that I could eat while he cut my hair and I could watch kids’ shows on YouTube while he did it. I thought that sounded reasonable. I even let him put the hair cape on me so that I wouldn’t get hair all over me.
I sat still and let Daddy cut my hair while Mommy fed me my orange gelatin dessert. I did not cry or fuss at all. It looks like I’m growing up and accepting a lot more things that I disliked before. The nice thing is that Daddy is getting more comfortable and faster at cutting my hair so he was done before I finished my dessert.
So after he cleaned me up a bit, I could sit down and eat my dessert on my own.
I already feel a lot cooler with less hair on my head. With the recent warm weather this is the right haircut for the season.