Oh, it’s me! That’s right; I experienced my first professional haircut today and I am looking GOOD!
It wasn’t easy though. I was kind of a wigglyworm-noseypants-sassafrass, but you would be too if you suspected a stranger was attempting to amputate your ears. Plus, I’ve been growing quite fond of my curly-do and it was a bit devastating to see some of my cuteness scattered on the floor beneath me. And if that’s not bad enough, I had the Paparazzi (Mom) all up in my not-in-the-mood face, trying to document every snip of the scissors.
I definitely made my stylist work for her money, but I hung in there ’til the end and even expressed my gratitude with a loving embrace for one final photo op.
Mom and Dad said it wasn’t one of my finer moments. They thought I was unnecessarily dramatic, and when I continued to cry long after leaving the salon, my parents wondered if something else was bothering me. So, instead of heading to our Happy Hour party to try out my new look, we made a detour and spent a not-so-happy-hour at the doctor’s office. As it turns out, my attitude didn’t need an adjustment. Instead, my ears needed one! Doc said I have a double ear infection.
We did eventually make it to the party. Needless to say, me and my haircut arrived fashionably late, and then me and my earache left painfully early.
So, if you’re looking for me, I’ll be snuggled up with my dad because I earned myself some extra sympathy points today. I didn’t sign up for an ear infection, but I’ll gladly take any free hugs coming my way! (Toys, ice cream and cash will be accepted too.)