The rat has left the building...

So we didn't wait the obligatory year, or the three years that I am told is customary in Jewish tradition. Instead, the day we realized our little man had one piece of hair that passed his neck and laid just at the top of his back, a rat tail so to speak, Mommy and Daddy made the decision -- it was haircut time. A few days later,after good luck, save the hair phone call from Dad, there we were Harris, Mom and Aunt Hayley at Koi Spa and Salon sitting in Jenn's chair. Harris was great, he loved every minute of it. He flirted with the blond stylists, cooed at the receptionist and gave that ever so cute smile to anyone else who walked by. He also did great during the actual cut!


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