My Very First Hair Cut!
Last week was kind of interesting. I am still not sure what to think of it actually. Daddy and Big-big Brother and I all went into town together. We went into a place called Classic Cuts, where Daddy asked about something called a hair cut. Then someone names Sam came down the stairs and we all went into a little room where daddy sat me on his lap, and Sam used scissors on my hair! The next thing you know, the bits that were in my eyes were not anymore, and I could see just fine! They made me something on the front called a fringe! Daddy asked Sam some questions too, and found out that Sam has washed the hair of someone called Margaret Thatcher. Sounds to me like the name of a milk snatcher! Well, whoever she is! Apparently the place daddy gets his hair cut is where this Thatcher lady gets hers done once a year when she comes up to Malvern.
As Sam cut my hair, I fussed a bit because I did not know what was going on, but of course, Sam told me that one day I would really come to like this. It must have come true because by the time she was almost done, I was enjoying myself just fine, and holding still for my hair cut!
Now it’s Daddy’s turn!
