On June 3, my Little Lovebug got his first haircut at Frankie's Place on Metropolitian Avenue, went to the park on the swings for the first time and went to his first circus. With the exception of Mommy leaving the circus tickets home and having to leave dinner early to get them...it was a wonderful day. Little Lovebug had an amazing haircut...the hairdresser was nice, kid friendly - and fast! He sat in a little mock taxi cab, watched Seasame Street, ate cheerios and went from "Punk Rock" to "Prep School Boy." He didn't cry at all...well, until the very end, but it is unconfirmed whether he cried from the haircut, or from the realization that Granddaddy was there! Grandmommy made a good point - he's too young to associate scissors with anything negative. Disaster averted...for now! He got a lock of hair (one for his memory tin, one for mine,) a goodie bag and even a certificate for "surviving" his first haircut. How handsome!!!
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| Just color his tips, hand this boy a guitar and teach him the phrase "No one understands me!" |
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| My little man! Isn't he handsome??? <3 |
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