Freshly Shorn

This past weekend mom and dad took me to get my first haircut. I was pretty cool with it. For the most part I just sat there watching Ernie from Sesame Street give some sort of counting lesson. I also liked steering the little airplane they had me sitting in.

The only thing that bugged me was the electric clippers at the end.

I don't know what to think about the cut. Before, I had a kind of laid-back, whispy-haired hipster vibe going on.
Now I just look like every other square kid in Utah.

Well, at least hair grows back.

Also, as a follow-up to the last post, we went to the allergist for further tests. They poked my back with a bunch of needles. I personally thought that was kind of rude. But mom and dad just let them attack me.

As for the results, it turns out that I'm only allergic to peanuts. I'm not even allergic to my dogs and cat. Not yet anyway. They say there's about a 20% chance I'll outgrow it. But, for now, be sure to keep peanuts away.