On July 5, I decided I wanted to take a nap in my big boy bed. Later that night Mama put me in the big boy bed again. And before I could blink an eye, she and Uncle Clark had moved my baby bed into the attic. (Mama doesn't let any grass grow under her feet.)I also got a big boy haircut, but it was an accident. The lady cutting my hair was so bedazzled by my charming personality (I was being a pill) that she didn't pay attention to Mama's instructions. It's starting to grow out now, but Mimi is still complaining. Mama said we'll never hear the end of it.
Uncle Clark took this picture of Mama and me. Mama said he needs photography lessons, but she's not really complaining. Uncle Clark has been a rock while Papa has been gone.
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