Someone talked some sense into my parents as they decided against another mullet cut and we all went to a hair professional. I don't know what a hair professional is, but they told me I could ride an animal there and would get a treat. I'm a sucker for a treat.
It didn't start out well as Dada doesn't seem too sure in this picture and he is the only one who can see what is going on behind me in Mulletville.
I do not fear because I have his toothbrush, but seriously lady, this is not a party, less chit-chat and more chip-chop.
Mommy? Please help.
Despite the off-camera balloon held in my hand, you are not my friend. Don't call. Don't write. You have killed my innocence.
I brushed my teeth on the way home and played with my balloon and realized you can't stop my sexy. Bam! Balloon pose.
Bla-Dow! Ferocious animal pose!
Ba-Chang-Chang! Return to Innocence pose!
Peace,
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