NO!!!

The other week Daddy said it was time to get haircuts.

Time to get a haircut!!! Yippppeeee!! "'M'on Bubba! Shoes on! Haircut!!"

A boy has to keep his hair looking good.

So into the car...out of the car...across the street...in the door...on Mama's lap..."Maya read book, Mama"...

Then everything started falling apart...Mama got in the chair and got her hair cut.

I did NOT like that. Come back here, Mama!

Then Bubba got in the chair and they went "bzzzzzz" on his hair.

Ok, so that was kind of neat.

Then Daddy got in the chair and they went "bzzzzzz" on his hair too.

I did NOT like that so much either. Come back here, Daddy! "Up, Daddy!!" I want you to hold me, Daddy! When we come in here and Mama holds me, she takes me to that chair and leaves me there and the lady tries to go snip, snip to my hair and tells me to look at my belly and my shoes and.....

How many times do I have to tell you that I do NOT like haircuts? Won't someone listen to me? This is not the face of someone who needs a haircut, is it?

Four went in the door.

Only three came out with shorter hair.

"Maya wollipop, Mama?"