My dad wanted it to happen a long time ago. My mom just didn't think I had enough hair to warrant a cut. But after an unsuccessful month of battling a nasty tangle (some food was stuck in a tuft of hair and refused to wash away despite numerous rinses), my mom relented and took me to her local spot,
Lisa Lobue, where I sat in a really cool airplane and had my first haircut - with lots of fanfare, photos and lollipops. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out.
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