Toddler First Hair Cut
Which one to choose?
Airplane? Fire truck? Police cruiser?
My toddler wanted a chance to get in all of them.
I was glad we were given all three choices.
He was excited to be here! Glad as hops!
He’s so easy! The beautician said.
He was excited, jabbering, happy.
Until the scissors came out.
This is when he began wailing and keening.
Sobbing so hard, I thought the police might come
And take me away in a real squad car.
Why did she show him the scissors I wondered?
Hating the beautician a little bit myself.
Damned mirror, she said.
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