It is a time to be feared. A time that one hopes will never come. You can fight it, but it's not going to stop it. Because it has to be done.
What's that? What's so scary? It's time for...
..a haircut!! (Dun-Dun-Dun)
Yes, haircuts. The most menacing of things. At least you would think so by the way MB reacts to them. You would think that we were torturing him. Screaming and crying. The hair that falls on him? Might as well be a knife stabbing him. Seriously. That is what it sounds like.
His hair is crazy. (Reference this blog for details.) And it grows ridiculously fast. But we usually wait until it looks like a wild lion mane before we break down and torture him. Therefore, it was a pleasant surprise to come home from church tonight to find that Gemaw and Auntie had done it for me.
The point? Next time you hear screaming from my house, just know that the clippers have come out!
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