Haircut
It was getting unmanageable. Margo's hair was getting longer, and more weighted down, and was even forming a dreadlock at the back of her head.I've cut Margo's hair before. Twice, I think. Mostly her bangs. But the time had come to really do it. Really, for real, cut her hair. Probably even pay someone to do it.
The rumour we heard was that one of those super-cheap hair stylist chains offered free first haircuts. So there you have it... the ugly, naked truth: Margo, your first official hairstyle was not so much dictated by fashion or quality, but by what was free, and that we knew how to get there.
And it wasn't free.
To be honest, the cost didn't matter. Margo, while not hyper-active (I think), is not one to be told to stay put. It had to be done, and if not done by someone who has done it before, the result would look like that Far Side cartoon of failed business ideas, where barbers cut their clients' hair while they sat on bucking horse rides.
What I had forgotten was that Margo is also fascinated by boxes of interesting objects. The salon had one of those, thankfully.
- Michel
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10:59 p.m.Margo, you are taking your first haircut nicely, and it turned out really good.
Mommy and Papa are lucky that you were not afraid of what the hairdresser was going to do with your haad.
I think that you are going to be a trooper in life. Love Grandmaman.
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