Hair cutting

I have to go to the hairdresser, my mama says. I know what that means, because in one of my books the girl goes to the hairdresser. She says: short and cool. And so the hairdresser takes off all her hair!! And she is very happy.

Mama and I have played the hair cutting. I put my hands in my hair and I say 'knip knip knip' (cut cut cut). I know the word hair dresser now, mama doesn't even need to make the hair cutting movement. (My mama is so impressed with the words I recognise).

All is well when we go there. There is a little boy with a waft of hair sitting in the car chair. I don't look at the boy, but read my Donald Duck book with mama.

But then mama puts me in the car chair! NOOOO! Now they are really gonna cut my hair. NOOO!! I put up a fight, but in the end they pursuade me with candy and the funny duck book I remember from last time. Hmmm, am I a push over?

In the picture I am half crying and half smiling. The 'you you' is too nice not to smile....