Yesterday Daddy and I went out to get his hair cut. It is always kinda fun, because the girls at the hair-cutting place are always nice to me.
But as I was watching Daddy get some taken off the top, I kinda started feeling bad. Here I am, bald as a cue ball, while Daddy has so much hair that he has to get some cut off about once a month. Isn't that kinda like throwing away a big sandwich in front of a homeless person?
I think I have hair envy.
But all is not lost... there is signs of movement on the front. I still don't have much on top, but there is one hair behind my left ear that is about three inches long. Now if I could just get all the others to join in, I would be on to something.
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