Feeling Crabby? Go Get a Haircut
My 3, soon to be 4-year-old son, Justin, behaved so obstinately this morning as we readied ourselves to go to The Hair Cuttery for his haircut, that I dressed him in his Maryland's "Don't Bother Me... I'm Crabby!" t-shirt. "I don't want a haircut, Mom!" he half-whined, half-yelled. "But you'll be... Sign in to see full entry.