Wylie Gets a Haircut

Wylie does not like to get his hair cut. My nice friend at the salon works with me every time I get his hair trimmed. I drive around until he is asleep and then he lays on my chest and she cuts as much as she can. When he wakes up she cuts the rest while he screams. This time the phone rang and he was awake for the whole deal and not too happy with me. We finally bribed him with two cars, a lollipop and a whole bunch of crackers. He eventually calmed down, but nothing could convince him that we needed those silly bib things. He and I looked like cavemen by the time she was done with the clippers, very hairy indeed. Next time will be easier, maybe!