Yesterday, Mami and Papi strapped me into my carseat and said we were going on a ride.
We arrived at a fun looking place called Gel-EE-Beans. They said they loved my gorgeous curls but that I needed a cut. What did they mean?
Come on, it's the hair-blowing-in-the-wind look!
You don't like it?
Oh, I get it! Ms. Blanca is making me Superman!
Wait a minute, what's with the comb?
Ummm... those look sharp! Let me help!
Watch the ears with that buzzing thing!
Okay, I admit it. I look good!