My 1st Haircut!

Dad finally made Mom take me in for my very first haircut. She has been putting this off since I turned one because she didn't want my beautiful curls cut off. I had no idea what to expect...















Seems like a pretty neat place so far. There are planes and police cars everywhere in addition to cartoons playing on giant TV's. What's not to like?
















Wait one second. Who is this strange woman sticking me in a police car chair against my will?!?


















I am not enjoying this one bit! Whose idea was this anyways?
















Is this torture almost over with?
















I don't know how much more I can bare!
















I never want to ride in a police car again!














What? It's all over? The strange lady is now blowing bubbles and offering me an animal cookie? Well, I can certainly smile for that! I guess it wasn't so bad after all ;)