I had to get a haircut today. I don’t like haircuts because it can be very prickly and uncomfortable, but I refuse to wear the cape. So I wear one of Daddy’s old shirts. Even though I was watching YouTube and got to eat jelly as I usually do, I was not happy with today’s haircut. Maybe I was tired and not in a good mood, but I was not cooperating. At one point I was literally screaming!
It was a traumatic experience. But we got the job done. Daddy said that he did not want to go through that again and said that next time he is just going to take me to the barber. But I did not like that idea. I didn’t want someone else to cut my hair. I started panicking and saying, “Mason likes haircuts. Cut my hair.” I even went to pick up the scissors and give it to Daddy. But we were already done. So I guess we’ll have to wait a couple of months to see who cuts my hair next.
After I had time to calm down and got all the hair off of me, I was feeling a lot better.
And my hair was looking good!