Well, Mom was taking Jacob to get all gussied up to go see Great Grandmother so she decided, "why not go ahead and get Noah's 9 hairs cut too...just for the fun of it!" And boy was it fun! I think Mom expected me to scream and cry and insist on sitting in her lap. Not me, no way! I loved it! I sat in the airplane and drove and smiled and laughed and hammed it up for everyone. Jacob was so proud of me. Mom was just in shock. She even splurged for the "First Haircut Package", which was more expensive than the haircut itself, and consisted of a picture of me and my hair in a ziplock, all attached to a card that said "First Haircut"...the cashier even wrote the date on the card. Oooohh...fancy! But Mom was thrilled and insisted that everyone notice my big boy haircut for the rest of the week. Of course, I really look no different at all because I had hardly any hair to begin with. But let's all just humor her, alright?
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