it was time...i love the curls, but it was time to clean up jack's permanent state of bed head with a trip to get his hair cut. we went to a place in chestnut hill specializing in kids cuts. they have all sorts of themed chairs, dvd player, etc...nothing was interesting to jack, who once the scissors came out the tears followed. the woman cutting his hair (who got tipped very well) remarked how strong he was as he thrashed about. we all survived the trip and the curls for the most part remained in tact.
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fire trucks are fun, right?