Getting Neko's haircut has always been a nightmare. She wriggles and screams and wraps her whole body around my leg, holding on with a death grip.
Recently both Nancy H. and I started getting the girls' hair cut at our mutual salon. But the experience? Still somewhat traumatic. This time around, Nancy booked appointments for both girls together. And it went off without a hitch.
Well, except for that part right after we got home when Neko complained of a tummy ache and then promptly threw up all over the floor.
Next time maybe we won’t eat candy at the salon AND get ice cream.
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I was in that very chair earlier today. So far, no vomiting.