The boy has his haircut today. He was enthusiastic about it and sat in my lap. Only scissors and no clipper. But then the hair got into his mouth and he started spitting it out. The hair dresser thought he was throwing up and quickly remove the apron. Not a great finish but much better than the hair falling all over his ears.
He can now recite the wife’s mobile number.
He can now recite the wife’s mobile number.
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