Josh hates getting his haircut.
He is BIG baby about it.
He whines, and whines, and puts it off.
"Could we do it tomorrow?" He tells me.
Tomorrow comes. "Could we do it tomorrow?" He tells me.
Tomorrow comes again. This happens MANY TIMES.
Until I say, "Enough is enough! You are getting your haircut RIGHT now."
So in this teensy little instance, I feel like I am a mother to a big baby. And a mean mom at that.
But boy does my husband look handsome after a haircut.
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