After waiting more than two years for his first haircut, Max was in need of another within three months. While visiting the grandparents in Missouri, his Papa took him to his barber, Donnie, on the town square.
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| Max peering out from his cardboard fort, his shaggy locks clearly in need of a trim. |
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| A "before" picture: Papa and Max outside of Donnie's. |
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| Max waiting, a bit apprehensively, for a chair to open up. |
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| Donnie wasn't there, so another old-timer stepped up. Max was not happy with the idea, so we had to bribe him with promises of an ice cream cone from Dairy Queen. |
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| The only time that Max cracked a smile during the whole thing was when he was being poked with a vacuum hose. |
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| Yes, the shop had a wooden Indian, probably because our high school mascot is the Savage (we're not quite PC here). |
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| Post-cut picture. |
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| Chowing down on his promised ice cream cone. |
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| Cousin Carsyn added a bit of punk to his new do. |
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| Max rewarded her styling services with a kiss. |
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