To Cut, To Not Cut
I had plans to take Mr. Cuddles to the hair cut store for a snip snap before my brother’s wedding on June 10th. I was planning on doing that today in fact. But for the last three days the weather has been humid, and his hair as coiled up in little ringlets, and it is completely, undeniably irrisistible. I’ve always wanted a curly haired baby . . . and just my luck, it has to be the BOY.
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