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Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been wandering around like a hippy all this time! At first papa trimmed my hair. Then mama cut my hair while we were in Bloomington.

When we came to Singapore, I had a quick trim courtesy of mama’s hairdresser. On another occasion, mama brought me to a kiddies hairdresser where they provided candy to eat and DVDs to watch. Papa thought that that was a waste of money.

So today I had my first haircut by a Malay barber. Papa swears they give the best haircuts and so I now have an official haircut.

I didn’t wriggle about (much!) and enjoyed how he sucked away unwanted hair with a vacuum hose!

I just want to know this: Do I still look cute?