Hair we go

I’ve learnt yet another important life skill – this time the art of hair brushing. I’m very good at it, unlike the big D.

My godmother gave me my first hair brush and I shall now make daily use of it to keep my hair looking spick and span.

I think I’m seeing my godmother tomorrow, so will also treat myself to a hair wash tonight!

My first haircut: does my forehead look big in this?

Today I discovered something important – the Big M is no hairdresser. This is a crucial lesson for later life when style matters.

My fringe has been somewhat overgrown for a while and was beginning to get in my eyes. I was quite keen to emulate an early Harry Styles but they don’t sell baby hair product.

The Big M nervous of scissor related injuries took the baby nail scissors to my locks and now I look like a scarecrow – albeit a handsome one, even if I say so myself.

Next time I think I’ll try the big D’s barbering skills.