Okay, so maybe I didn't shave, and it certainly cost more than twenty-five cents, but I got my first haircut on Saturday. I'm going to see Santa later this week, so I figured I better look my best. I was a little apprehensive about having my golden locks trimmed, but I survived. While I wasn't exactly accommadating, I didn't scream or cry at all. Now, I'm all grown up with a professional, uniform haircut as opposed to my free-flowing mane I had been sporting until now. It turned out great; pretty as a picture!
Can't wait until the girls see me at school on Monday.
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Thanks for the great pictures. Grandma wants to know how Spencer got the scratch on the side of his head?
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