My Fringe

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'. 

 

My fringe before the cut

 

Now, don't laugh... this is after the cut

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...!