One would think a haircut would be no big deal for a boy as big as I am, right? Turns out it was a HUGE ordeal complete with loud yelps, screaches and back-arching protests to try to wriggle my way out of Mommy's lap and scare the hairdresser half to death. Mommy nearly threw in the towel, even after making this special trip to Moses Lake with all the troops (thanks Grandpa!!!) just so I could get my hair cut. Good thing Grandma was there to keep us in the fight. She pulled out every trick in the book and we just barely survived the big event. Here I am with a retelling. Of course, since I'm not too much into the whole talking thing, this is MY version of the story, Caleb style:
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