Law Students

Haircut Airlines

By Andrea

After a couple of home trims, which I don't have any talent for, we finally took Becca for a real haircut. We figured we might as well go all out and take her to one of those goofy kid places since they have maximum distractions (cartoons playing, and of course, being seated in The Spirit of St. Hold Your Head Still)

It went well, except Becca wanted to stand up the whole time. That worked too, and now she looks less like she's being raised by wolves who can't cut bangs straight.

She's now 16 months old, and calling every animal in a book a doggie, monkey, or duck (woe to you if you try to tell her a penguin is not a duck.) The bagger at the supermarket last week heard how old she was and said, "Where's the next one?" Then he patted his stomach for maximum comprehension. Thanks, I got it. The next one is not here, but you never know, check back in 2010.

Full post as published by Peanut Butter Burrito on May 16, 2009 (boomark / email).