so e took tumble on the kitchen chair for the 47th time
and wacked his face and got a fat bloody lip
so i gave him a popcicle and let him re-coop in the kitchen sink
and he was sitting so still
and for so long
i decided to cut his hair
and cut i did...
i think i just might change professions
cause i did such a bang up job
2 comments:
As someone wise once said, "Don't give up your day job!" We still love you both - Jon too! Mom
Rude. I think you did better than when I used to cut Scott and the boys hair. I have a picture (hard copy) of the back of Dylan's head after a haircut. It went up an inch from the left to the right. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. After giving Cooper an unusually close crop (which we used to call a butch) he was noted to say, while rubbing his little bald tow head, "I don't think I wike it." Although I like to think we would have saved thousands of dollars a year on haircuts, after they were about three, they weren't the only ones not allowed to use scissors anymore. I don't know about changing jobs but, you go girl!
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