While we were in Carlsbad Mama took me to get a real little boy haircut. Ms. Mary cuts Mama and Grandma’s hair, so I knew she would do a good job, but sitting still is a lot of work. I liked looking at the cape, but not wearing it. 
I liked driving the booster chair, but not sitting in it. 
Luckily Ms. Mary didn’t mind chasing me around the shop to cut my hair. At first I didn’t like it at all. I wouldn’t even take the strawberry malt Mama got me. 
As we went on, with Mama and Grandma’s help, I decided it wasn’t so bad (with a little strawberry incentive followed by shooting people with the water bottle and talking on Grandma’s cell phone). 
My hair was finally cut. I look quite dashing if I say so myself. Thank you, Ms. Mary!
I liked driving the booster chair, but not sitting in it. Luckily Ms. Mary didn’t mind chasing me around the shop to cut my hair. At first I didn’t like it at all. I wouldn’t even take the strawberry malt Mama got me. As we went on, with Mama and Grandma’s help, I decided it wasn’t so bad (with a little strawberry incentive followed by shooting people with the water bottle and talking on Grandma’s cell phone). My hair was finally cut. I look quite dashing if I say so myself. Thank you, Ms. Mary!
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