Dear Son #1,
I’m sorry about what we made you do yesterday. I’m sorry we had to pretty well pin you down and bribe you with a cookie and an episode of The Wiggles on my phone. I’m sorry you felt the need scream, cry and thrash. I’m sorry you felt you couldn’t smile for a photo. I’m sorry that you’re most likely scarred for life.
I’m happy that you survived your very first hair cut.
P.S. I’m really looking forward to your first dental visit.
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