From babysitting dramas to something far lighter, going
through photos with Mark’s mum earlier today we stumbled across those of Alby
at his first hair cut…
When Mark came home for his two week R&R half-way
through his tour he commented on how long Alby’s hair was. Actually, not so much commented but
complained. With a long enough list of
Alby care requirements already to attend to I decide to ignore these complaints
wholeheartedly and with the exception of a few snips of his fringe so he could see,
when Mark’s tour finished Alby was dangerously close to fashioning a
mullet.
As a respectable Officer of Her Majesty’s Forces and showing
his private school up-bringing through and through, Mark marched Alby down to the
local hairdressers for a clean up.
The whole event was planned with military precision – first Mark
took Alby to his weekly swimming lesson so as to knacker the little man. From there, armed with a selection of his
favourite snacks, toys and books they went to the salon.
As it turned out, Alby was far more accepting of the whole
experience than we’d imagined he’d be.
He sat patiently and still throughout whilst Mark clicked away with the camera
and the junior stylist snipped away at his golden locks.
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