My fist visit to a hair salon

My hair was getting "wild". Instead of getting daddy to cut (he can only do fringe), we headed to a professional hairdresser to do my hair. I didn't cry at all although there was some initial objection to a towel being stuck on my neck :)





And here is my new look.

The Cut

Mummy said that my fringe was poking into my eyes and I love to pluck out the hairclips that are put on my head to hold the fringe, Daddy decided that a haircut might solve the problem. He cut my hair. -_-'''