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Remember me with this short hairdo? My nannies at the Bengbu SWI gave me this haircut as a going away present. My parents kinda wish they would have asked first. Well, my hair has grown and Mama and Dada thought it was time for a trim. So, they took me to see Rona, my mama’s hair stylist.Â
They let me sit on mama’s lap and gave me a huge bib…not sure why, there was no food in sight. The nice lady did give me a fancy, purple comb to hold.Â
She started spraying my hair with this wet stuff that kinda smelled like shampoo.Â
See how long my hair is?!
I wasn’t too sure about this part, but I didn’t get upset. I sat pretty still…Rona told mama that she was good at working with moving targets, whatever that means.Â
 Hmmm… I wonder what’s for lunch?
She’s still working…will she want this comb back?
Will she ever quit?
I’ve seen mama use this thing…
The bib is gone, I’m outta here…oh, wait. Dada wants an “after” picture. Okay…
My new “bob”, as the lady called it, looks pretty cute on me.Â
Mama said she likes the back, too. This hair cutting thing worked out well, don’t you think? And, I even got to keep the comb. :)