First Haircut

So, last Saturday, my mom and dad and I went into the city to see my uncle Mourad at his new shop. While we were there, Uncle Mourad gave me my first haircut. He put me on a big cushion to make me taller in the chair and put a very curious paper collar around my neck.

Then, he put the most enormous bib around my neck. (I got excited because I thought a hair cut might also involve a little snack.)

As you can tell, I am a little disappointed that there was no food. Instead, he wet my hair with water and started to cut it.

Interesting, I can watch Uncle Mourad in the mirror.....

Uncle Mourad, I am getting bored now. Can you wrap this up?

Uncle Mourad is telling me that I am going to be the best looking kid in playgroup when he finishes with me.

Beauty is not worth this price! A baby has got to be free!!!

I have ripped off my giant bib and am on my way out of the chair...only my dad holding me down keeps me from making a break for the door!

A little blow dry, some hair gel and two grown men holding still a squirmy me equals a fantastic first haircut!

Don't hate me because I am beautiful! Thank you Uncle Mourad!