Hair was sticking straight up. I think a bird even made a nest in there! Since I was just trimming it, I figured, who better than to cut his hair than me! I mean, I used to cut my doll's hair, so how hard could this really be! I grabbed the scissors, my homeless looking child, and got to work!
Hey guys? Why does mama have scissors? Wait, why is mama getting close to my head with scissors? This can not be good. Should I be scared??
Wait, Gigi! Stop taking pictures of me and do something! Mom has scissors! She can't even cut wrapping paper straight! Hello! Gigi?! I'm scared, now. I'm scared!
Gigi!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make this stop!!! My hair is fine!!!!!! I hate my life! I heard my mom say I looked like a homeless child! I am known for my hair! It's my trademark! Giiiiigiiiiiiiii!!!! Why are you letting her do this to me?? This is so unfair.
Wait. Wait. Oh! Look! I still have a ton of hair. Wow, okay. All is good in my world, again. Can I have my train now? Phew, that was a close call.
I totally see a new profession in my future! Ha!
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