And I am the lucky woman who gets to give Asher his haircuts.
I know I could take him to a place, but I don't want to shell out ten bucks (or more) to hand the torturous responsibility off to someone else. (Imagine all the IceDream Cones(R) I could buy from Chic-fil-a(R) with that money!) I just bite the bullet when Asher starts looking like David Bowie from Labyrinth and do it myself.
We had a rough afternoon, but now I have my happy boy back. We just had a tickle fight after I chased him around trying to take his picture. That boy can't sit still.
You remind me of the babe...