Julia and I got haircuts right before we left for camping at the beach...the arrangement was that if she agreed to a haircut before camping, then she could grow it long again if she wanted to. (Hopefully her version of "long" isn't as unmanageable and troublesome as I fear it will be.) Since she's averaged 1 haircut for every two years of her life, (two haircuts in all) she may not be getting another one until she's six, but I'll keep my fingers crossed anyway. (Just to clarify, the haircut department is just one of many in which I find that fighting against her incredibly strong will is just not worth the considerable effort that is involved.) I know, I know, lots of kids enjoy getting their haircut, but J is just not one of them. She has better things to do. Anyway, here is documented proof of Julia's second haircut in 4 years. (P.S. Craig was disappointed that I hadn't saved any of the hair that got cut off. Blech!)
So far, so good...even a 4-year-old can appreciate a nice scalp massage.
Still smiling, maybe this won't be so bad.
Okay, all this clipping back is just a little tedious for Miss J...
Good thing there's a TV in the corner with actual real channels to keep her occupied.
Alright, people, are you done yet?
Don't worry about me, foks...I smiled through the whole thing!
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