My dad took Luke to get his first haircut about 28 years ago. I asked Dad to bring me a lock of Luke's hair for the baby book. If you knew my dad, you'd know that the baby book has zero locks of hair in it. Saving baby hair must be a mommy thing.
There were no tears at that haircut because Dad promised Luke a soda when it was over. A soda? On a Saturday morning? Unheard of!
Along the lines of first haircuts, the new yard got its first cut today.
I asked CB to please try to mow without touching the grass but he acted like that would be impossible and wouldn't even try. What's up with that?
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