He had the most beautiful head of curls. I loved his hair. He hhas this really wild personality and his hair kind of exmplified the part of his personality that I love the most. She knew how much I loved it. She really wanted to cut his hair and I told her she could have it trimmed but to leave the curls. I didn't even want to cut it at all. I also told her to take him to the girl everyone in our family uses. She knew how much I loved his hair and would have been careful. No, she had to take him to the hair cuttery and they butchered it. Then she acts like I am being so mean to her for being angry. She says I am using her. Ummm, to get hair cuts I don't want. I don't think so. I set 2 fucking rules. Don't watch thee stupid housewives shows around him and do not cut his curls and she has managed to break both of them. Then she yells at me that I only love his hair. She is so fucked up. Oh, and she couldn't watch what the lady was doing because she was busy holding him iin the chair but she had time to take a picture.
His hair after the cut.
His hair before.