Baby needed a haircut. Baby was beyond needing a haircut, but Daddy didn't want to cut it yet, knowing that once cut those curls are never quite the same. Perhaps it was the approaching holidays, perhaps it was Baby being called a girl one to many times, but Daddy decided I could cut Baby's hair. He went from looking like a baby(sheepdog) to a little boy. Don't laugh, you mean to tell me you don't cut your children's hair while they sit on the ping pong table while everyone is still in their pj's?
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