Daddy and Mommy think its real funny that
my hair is out of control.
I was so happy to be riding a little
yellow taxi and Mommy and Daddy waited patiently.
I agreed to sit still but I did not realize
they were serious that someone would be cutting my hair.
They offered me cookies,
And they offered me trains,
Mommy even tried my favorite- a bouncy ball!
But nothing worked- I just wanted to be in Daddy's arms.
This was horrific. Not even the flat screen TV showing Christmas cartoons helped.
Ms. Jen, my stylist was very patient. I was awfully loud- one would say perhaps emulating the sirens of my truck...
And after twenty minutes of heartache- it was all over.
And I lived to fight another day in Toddler world!
