It took a long time for Daddy to agree to cut my hair. He said he wanted it to grow wild and curly. Then it occurred Daddy that I started to look like Pedro Martinez (of the 80's Dodgers fame) and he realized that I need a cut.
I didn't like the cape. But then Maria gave me my first lollipop and we were cool. I got to stand in an airplane and steer the steering wheel the whole time.
I got a lollipop, a certificate, and a balloon and Mommy got to keep a couple of ringlets of my baby curls.
I really liked my lollipop until a locket of hair dropped on it and I stuck it back in my mouth before anyone noticed it. Yuck!
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