First Haircut

This morning Mommy woke me from a deep sleep where I was dreaming about applesauce and kit kats to take me to get my hair cut. Stella hooked me up.

Stella said I was a good boy. I didn't cry and act crazy. I was very calm while she cut my hair -well, as long as no one blocked the t.v. I was watching a cartoon.

I got swagger now, like my daddy. Check me out.