Somebody is getting a haircut today! Oh, wait, it’s me. *gulp*
Mommy and Daddy decided to give me a haircut. Not only because I often mistaken for a girl, but also because my hair is getting to be unruly. It gets in my eyes, curls in all directions, and it is pretty hot in the warming weather. Time to get rid of it…some of it.
The first step is to cut a couple of locks for prosperity. But I sensed something was different and was not cooperating. I would not just sit still. Maybe it was the newspaper laid out under me that made me suspicious and wary.
I started off in my new kids’ chair, but wouldn’t stay seated. Then I was allowed to sit on the floor but I kept crawling away. Finally, Mommy and Daddy put me in my high-low chair and buckled me in. That kept me in one place, but it didn’t keep me still. And it was harder for Daddy to get to my hair, but this was the only way it was going to work, so they went all in. Let the haircut begin!
I was coerced to stay relatively still by and endless supply of mini egg biscuits and some fun videos on YouTube.
I did my best, but after a while I was getting restless and my cut hair was getting poky and itchy. (Mommy and Daddy tried to get me in a covered up but I wasn’t having it and opted for freedom.). Just as I reached my limit, Daddy was finishing up and declared that we were done. I was whisked away to the bath to be rid of all my hair sticking to me and poking me.
Daddy is not a hairdresser or barber. He has no license or training in haircutting. He is not qualified to do this in any way other than having skimmed through a couple of videos on YouTube. Hey, should he be doing this?
Fast forward to tomorrow and you can see the result of my haircut. Not bad. At least my head is a lot cooler and I don’t have hair in my eyes.
