Charlie had his first haircut tonight. There were tears, but Nilda
survived intact. Charlie loved it. He got to sit in a taxi (which he
chose) and turn the steering wheel while watching cartoons (Spongebob,
which he had never seen before), so he was as happy as he could be. He
didn't like the blow drying, as you'll see below, but he did really
well. Luckily, the woman didn't cut off too much, so Nilda didn't have
to cut anyone. They gave us a certificate with some hair in a little
baggie, but it's no where near as cool as what they were giving out in
Miami in 1977 for Andrew and I.
Charlie refused to look at the camera or even smile if a camera was present,
but the lollipop at the end was his favorite part. I can't believe he'll
be two in a week. When does college start?
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