Mommy handed me off to my Grandparents for my first haircut. Grandpa Jimmy said it was a no win situation; if I refused, we failed - if it didn't turn out good, we were toast. Remembering how he had to chase me down at the mall the night before, he did not think I would sit still and cooperate. Boy did I fool him. Not only did I sit still, but I was so good that he decided to take the chair next to me. How many grandfathers get their hair cut with their grand daughters. It was a real family affair. Mommy thought it was great. Daddy asked me if they put a red bowl or a blue bowl on my head. I wonder what color of bowl they put on his?
No comments:
Post a Comment