Few weeks ago, Mummy trimmed my fringe. It was so long that it poked my eyes. The cut was tough, I was constantly moving my head despite being confined to my high chair. It was difficult for her to give a neat cut. She settled for a round tipped scissors instead of the usual sharp one, fearful of 'accident'.
We can tell that the cut isn't neat, but mum isn't a hairstylist by profession. That's understandable. I still look cute ya...!
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