with my pacifier in tow.
upon daddy's lap i sit,
thinking this whole haircut thing is the shiznit.
(is that a bad word? i didn't intend it to be, i just needed something to rhyme with sit, K? no judge.)
my hairstylist let me play with a comb,
i'm thinkin, dangggggg, i don't have any toys like this at home.
holla at'chur boy.
