When mommy and I sat down in a chair, a very nice lady (auntie) started combing my hair.

At first I thought “This isn’t right” and I began to put up a bit of a fight.

But mommy was calm and smiling away, so I sat very still to see what they’d say.

The next thing I knew, I could see very clear, no more looking through all that really long hair.

And as I looked at mommy (and daddy and grandma) who was smiling with joy, I knew this was the day I became a big boy!

-Badaracco