
Our little Andrew was due for his first haircut while my parents were in town. I was glad that my dad was able to assist in the haircut. One of my earliest childhood memories is watching my brothers sit on the tall red stool in the center of our kitchen while dad cut their hair.

This picture is a little out of order, but this was the final result of the haircut - I can see a big resemblance between Andrew and his Papa.

Poor little Andrew did not enjoy his haircut - we tried everything to calm him down, including a bottle . . . it still didn't work!

Mom decided to try her hand at cutting Andrew's hair - it was hard to not cut him AND get a straight line.

Oh the trauma and sadness - little does he know that haircuts should be the least of his worries in this life!
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