“Mummy cut my hair”
My little Ozzy, oh sorry ‘Buzz Lightyear’ (he’s only answering to that at the moment – it better be a phase!). My lovely golden haired, young boy. Your hair was long, growing into your eyes. People called you a girl, even with your pants off on the beach *ahem*. Daddy was adamant that you needed a hair cut. And we all know that only one woman can cut your hair. Yes. Me.
So what do you think of your new barnet?