Haircut

I went for my haircut after school. I like to go see Sabrina. She is my stylist.

I’ve had a hard time holding my head up today. And dad says that my arms are crazy. My muscles hurt a lot all over. Dad says it is my muscle tone.

Dad said since the appointment for my haircut was so late that we could go out for supper. I liked that and told him I wanted to go to McDonald’s. I really like the cheeseburgers and french fries there.

I even got to have some ice cream for dessert. I didn’t eat all of it. I like Dairy Queen better

Did I mention my muscles are wild and crazy. They hurt a lot.

I cut myself on my right hand while we were on our way home. Dad is still trying to figure out how I did it. He asked me if I was a magician.

I’m tired and I want to get ready for bed, but Dad says I have to have a shower. I don’t want to. It’s because I just had my haircut so we need to get all the loose hairs off of my head. And I have a lot of hair.

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