Yesterday my Mom strapped me into my highchair but it wasn't to feed me. Instead she was busy combing my hair and trying to hold me still and combing and taking locks of my hair into her hand and oh my what is that in her hand...are those scissors ?!? Is she going to cut my beautiful hair ?!? This happened to me once before, I think. And then it happened. Snip, snip, comb, comb, snip, snip. And then some more of the same. Luckily she didn't cut off any of the length in the back. And I must admit that having it out of my eyes is going to help me see all the things I need to explore - like that shelf by Daddy's desk.
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