My first haircut

Last Sunday Mom and Dad took me to my first hair-doing. Anti-mullet commentary has been coming in from all angles (grandmas, great grandma, and Auntie McKenna), so they finally got me some snippage. The strange lady did a good job, although I kept trying to get away from my hair cut by turning my head.

Dad had fun, too. And they sent us all away with some of my snippings mixed in with some dark-haired kid's detritus, but it was a sweet thought, anyway. Anyway, don't I look good?

Ring, ring

Hi, operator?

Can I get two large pepperoni pizzas?

Buffalo wings?

And a small garden salad.

OK! See you in 30 minutes.