Grandma Carol picked up locks of hair off of the floor of the salon and asked them for an envelope and first haircut certificate to keep them in. I reminded her that she had hair from his FIRST EVER official haircut last September. She informed me that it was the same child, but different hair. At dinner tonight, she specified to Mike that her initial lock of hair was one-year-old hair and this new hair is two-year-old hair. We're told it hangs on her fridge at home.
I guess that is what you call LOCKS OF LOVE.
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