You want to do WHAT with THAT?!

Back before I became the ripe old age of one, I had to go to this lady who seemed really nice at first...

She showed me her favorite toy, which looked more like a face shaver like Daddy uses than a toy...

But then I found that I had misjudged this woman's character and I had been right about her toy! She wanted to use her contraption to cut off my hair! At first, I was not having it, but Daddy held on to me tightly.

After alot of crying and squirming, mostly by Mommy,and high pitched objections voiced on behalf of myself, the lady did what she came to do, and I inspected her handywork with my best good friend Jerry the Giraffe.

I was pretty satisfied with the end result. It gave me a much more grown-up boy look, and since I'm not a baby anymore, I'm all for that.

Love-and-So-When-Do-I-Learn-To-Shave,

Benjamin G. Ross