The Adventures of Thad: Got A Haircut...Working on the Job

For the last couple of weeks my parents have been telling me that they need to take me to get my hair cut. Even though you can hardly see my hair because its so blond, I didn't really see it necessary to chop these goldy locks, but maybe you see it differently from this picture:

I forgot to mention the fact that I now know where my head, hair, eyes, ears, mouth and nose are, in addition to my belly button, so whenever anyone mentions one of those I immediately point to it. It's pretty darn cute!

So back to the haircut or shall I say hair trauma. After gymnastics we headed to the mall. My parents selected this place because it has cool cars with steering wheels that you can sit in. I guess they thought that it would distract me long enough to let the stylist cut my hair. Well I think someone forgot to tell them that regardless of what the car looks like on the outside, its still a chair that i'm straped into. The good thing was that we got right in, or maybe that was a bad thing. I took some time picking out my chair and ended up selecting the firetruck. So mommy placed me in my holding pin, strapping me down, and up walked this nice looking lady. Next thing you know she's spraying my head down with a hose which I found a little crazy. Then she brings out a comb. I like combs when I can hold them and comb my own hair, but this lady just wouldn't give it up. She kept brushing me like I was a kid that had lots of tangles. Out came the shiny shears next and I started freaking. Then she started freaking because I wouldn't put down my hands long enough to let her cut my goldy locks. So in comes mommy who acts like a straight jacket and down fall my goldy locks. Now mind you, I don't have alot of hair, but the hair I do have, I've grown to like. Well this crazy lady gets out an electric razor because she thinks this is going to make it easier and faster...ha! I guess someone forgot to tell her I could move my head like the speed of light when it came to weird noises and vibrations. Needless to say that didn't last too long as I jumped out of the chair and into mommy's arms. There I remained and the stylist ended up using the scissors while mommy held down my ears so she could cut behind them. At the end of it all, she didn't do the greatest job but who could blame the lady when I was moving around all the time.