Haircut
Snip, snap-
Lots of locks softly flow,
Down to the ground.
Big Boy and I wrote this after looking at this picture of Little Man getting his hair cut by his Grammie. We talked about the sound of the scissors and what we saw and then wrote this simple poem.
I'm always amazed about how grown-up my boys look after getting a hair cut- not sure what it is, but somehow it ages them :)
Aww. So sweet.
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