Whenever I hear people (strangers, friends or even relatives) asking me whether Joash is a boy or girl, I deem it time to cut his hair. But given my pregnancy's approach to the final trimester and Joash's lack of cooperation during the last haircut, I've decided that I'll spend the 20 bucks to let the professionals do it with the proper equipment.
In the end, it was the vacuum which did him in.
Look how hard he wailed. Poor frightened chap...
Ta-da! It was done!
Look how hard he wailed. Poor frightened chap...
Ta-da! It was done!
With this boyish haircut, I doubt anyone will ask me about his gender for a while to come... I hope. :P
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